Solo Ipse

The inner rhythms of solipsism
can help or hinder the last letting go,
if the world is at my mercy I do
not go alone, it vanishes with me

but then there comes the panic, if I
let go then before all was only ruse,
perhaps I hardly was at all, except 
in the guise of embattled fancy

the nothing of all, the all of nothing,
a crown bereft of a head to hold it,
a world afloat come on sudden sinking,
all this could be me as I’m all of it

confidence trick to carry through the night
and keep me from the fright of my own stars