Fool's Gold

I am he who eludes me but as me
( I can almost hear my donkey braying)
am I he who elides to slip from me?
(I ride the donkey of my own desert)

I have no idea what this is about
but this does not stop my declaiming it
it advocates prevaricates itself
am I its instrument not the reverse?

verse is a slippery and spinning thing
possibly empty at very center
but how might I know I had gotten there
except by dropping through to disappear?

this fit of fancy has seized hold of me
it is a fool’s gold I find inside me