I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And I am sure you will, too.
My genius mind can trace the line
Of a silver wind,
Or a sterling silence.
My mind explores the tomes of myself,
And discovers the sweetest dream,
And discovers the sourest nightmare.
A slight tilt and the world falls.
You saw me then, you see me now-
I've fallen too,
To my preferred form.
All I do sets in place
And calculates,
And sets in motion
Something.
Specialties decorate me, and wind around me,
A complete mystery.
Who knows why I celebrate myself
And sing myself?
And who knows why you will, too?
