cognizant absurdity

Yearning to reach the deep
Aching for envelopment
My stunted selves, shunned
Shelved like so much chattel

To recapitulate all personas
Into the grand synthesis
Yet what is accomplished?
“I“ is such  convenient fiction

A  momentary stoppage
Stepping stone in the stream
Necessary for comprehension
But ultimately ephemeral

I watch myself unfold, for what?
All is such tremendous mystery
Thoughts arise from unknown depths
Surprising me, their author

What pompous, fallacious nonsense
As if this sensate bundle exists
Apart and wholly without cause
I belly laugh that thought into oblivion