Balance ye gentle swarm Of innumerable cysts of identity A self of disconnected Impulses, thoughts, reactions, Opinions, and sensations A whirlpool in perpetual motion To keep its form and stability: The sum total of the balances Between body and mind, Mind and universe, Body and universe And what causes this swarm To sway this way or that Matters less than any stance You take for or against other selves Of your protean, ever-changing self