"Self Comes to Mind"

(after Antonio Damasio's marvelous book)

I, finally,
am I, alone,
not other, not it,
not they or them.

To be, actually, as 
author, builder,
telling and trying
all and none, but
now, finally, knowing,
the difference and the
indifference, but still
knowing and feeling as I.

And, actually, all now
being, so, as I, then, all
forgettable change, I,
now, glittering nova.