I don't know what to name this.

Words have a propensity
That I cannot erase.

The point is lead
The pencil my face.

Scratch down the claws
Just to hang on.

A tradegy of commons
From this solipsistic song.

'The point is lead
The pencil my face. ’

These two lines were profoundly simple…

solipsism is a catchy subject, eh?

honestly, i think you could make this poem longer. i don’t doubt that you have more to say. but its not incomplete either.

It’s not about solipsism so much as ILP