I Celebrate Myself

395 13 5
                                    

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?

I Celebrate MyselfWhere stories live. Discover now