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My eyes

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.




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