my mind’s I
does not see me,
necessarily
a half-closed squint
revealing a kind of
hazy partial tint
an impression
in perception
as a blurring
reception
into an existence without
absolute persistence
and the more I try to see
the more my senses flee
in all directions chaos ensuing
gasping, grabbing
I feel I’m losing
control of this or that
that that this
too many pieces
I’m beginning to miss
darting I
too fast to check
beading, chilly back of neck
I must do something
before I act
I’m starting now
to doubt the fact
who am I?
is this really me?
can I not trust
myself as free?
do I need outside restraining?
is my inside only feigning?
too many questions stream about
in this raging current filled with doubt
inaction fills my body suspended
while mind’s I
trembles
frantically upended
I have but one and no choice now
to relieve my aching, weary brow
let the heavy lenses fall
and journey down within the soul
on a quest for vision wholly true
free with thee long overdue
suddenly with sight unmixed
mind’s I befalls a thing transfixed
a resolute and graceful melting
an interwoven boundless felting
and that which lies beyond each thread
is that for which we all have bled
is that for which we all do breathe
outside the tunneled myelin sheath
for when the train does leave the arc
it’s then mine I doth leave the dark
it’s not to say the eyes do widen
but open I begin to lighten
the I’s are left as relics behold
apart
a part
of divinity’s mold
and through this I
to see
to be
a heart a piece of every
she he we
uniting all diversity
revealing what it is to thee
so finally I must agree
with glorious simplicity
just remove the apostrophe
and
I’s
is
me.
necessarily.