Yo

My sense of self diminishes sometimes
fog floats away from me
breaking the crystalline particles
of truth
scorching the heavens with infinite glory
as the wisdom floats into my head
like a whispering gypsy woman begging
you for change or food
She tells me dreadful secrets
of what I really am
who I've become
and no reality within this reality
can ever change that
the question who am I?
need not apply
because the answer isn't really
an answer
but a declaration
of what it means to
be
me