self becomes cause

going further, deeper inside
where i am not myself anymore
here is no place for selfish pride
nor for my dubious personal laws

goodbye starkness, my old friend
we both know i don't speak your tongue
but next time has come to an end
where i'm diving, i don't need lungs

just echoed by a former self
a dull felt core of who i was
i find that there is no I left
it seems like there is only cause

melting to nothing, which is all
turning around to capture thoughts
that blow right through the mess that falls
to leave a homogenized ought

will is floating harshly through
a trembling corridor of white
there is no “and nothing is true”
there is no self that feels denied

cosmic convention limits fate
systematically stabilized
human minds can't leave the states
provided by their weird device

all we may find was already here
all we could find was there before
maybe we cannot leave this sphere
but we will search on for a door

tricked and trapped and trapped again
guessing the end of this attempt
causing what was thought to end
by following the will's command