When you listen to your own thoughts amid the cluttered chatter You are psychotic. When you fully admit the figure and smile back at the mirror You are a vain narcissist. When you walk into the depths in search of connections unseen You are a troglodyte. When you begin to melt Into the vastness of the ocean You are an existential loner. All along you have been on a retreat in spacetime, through a blackhole rooted in its fabric, unsullied and serene.