last laughs

I know myself enough

to know myself

repeating and

repeating the same sad

thoughts behaviors patterns poems

autobiographies again

and again and

also 

again

and

once more

I have proven

to myself

I know that person

in the storefront window

so well

yet

what do I know of

the subtle deteriorations 

of nature

the curveballs of

destiny

let alone

the gentle mercies

of synchronicity

the strange miracles

and sweet, subtle interventions

of a self-existent

observer inside

awareness within

eye of the Aha

shining of the Self