my thoughts are not your thoughts

At two I’m wakeful. At three I’m wakeful. At four.
I inhabit the dark cavern of my thoughts.

O be quiet
animated mind

For this span
this inner world
the only world.

I breathe relentlessly, deeply. I chant
with the sliver of mind
I control:
“I am here. I am here. I am here.”

O let the unrighteous
forsake their thoughts

— batfish