Talking To Itself....

this is the poetry
of the moment
when the self finds
itself alone finally
talking to itself
and hearing itself
and criticizing itself
and still loving itself
for no reason at all

and you shall love
this talk upon a talk
this silence upon
another silence
this love of self without
question

as to who am i?
as to who are you?
will it really matter?
time is too short for
this bliss
this place still inferior
to that where we are
finally destined to be.