Imago de Nada

This shelter transforms
The self who enters
Into another

Who exits, altered
Past recognition—
No, wait, is that it?

This shelter creates
The one who exits,
Who did not exist

Prior to the shell
That could hold the pulse
Around which a self

Could gather and grow.
Self worries itself
About the exit,

Rarely worrying
What am I that I
Could gather slowly

Inside this shelter
Where I hadn’t been,
After not having

Been at all eons
And eons, never?
This shelter transformed

A world without self
To a world with self,
To self with a world.

It has to exit.
That self has to go.
Rebalance the world.