Mind, You Have No Self

You have selves. A patch in you,
In your vast murk, here and there,
In some vault of cell and bone,

Will pass for a self, think so.
But mind? Mind as a whole? No.
Here a self rose. There one fell.

Mind, part of you, swept through both.
That’s a thought to keep in mind.
The whole swirl of you, the mind

In and out of all the skulls
And all the words, all at once,
That whole of thought is not whole.