Status Updates From Canto a mí mismo

“I am an acme of things accomplish’d, and I am encloser of things to be.”

“Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask — lie over! / You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.”

“Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, / When I give I give myself.”

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.

Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
I have no mocking or arguments. I witness and wait.