Ode to Ipseity

A simple ode to oneself, a display of the philosophical thought of identity.

Oh my identity,

What makes you mine apart,

dancing in obscurity,

To question who you art.

To understand the truth

Behind, your complicated nature.

My mind twists and bends.

I avoid bad conjecture.

Oh simple self,

You that makes myself unique.

A different book on shelf,

My very nature I bespeak.

At least that is I am

Unique, numerically identical to me.

Not qualitatively the same,

Not based on what you see.

Oh personal oneness,

You help to Identify a criminal,

You stop unfair blindness.

Preventing the cynical.

Are you the fingerprint

I find, resting on my outstretched hand?

To me alone you belong,

Safely from remand.

Oh that sole,

To that which I claim is I,

The I that I cajole.

The Me to which I ally.

If I physically change

Identity, do I ever cease to exist?

For at that point,

I would attempt to resist.

Oh my identity,

That to which I cling,

Existing in short brevity.

The simple sweet of spring.

To you I am thus

Married, I relate to you alone.

If a change of head,

Would I thus bemoan.

Oh Ipseity,

To me you exist thus,

Relate individually,

Exist in mind you must.

I of rationally sane

mind, find that only I know you well.

Oh selfhood you friend,

Exist I can tell.