I was an I
a separate unique
human spirit-being
I felt bereft
like one cast out
and yet I knew
it was true
I was an I
and I had always
been and I
would always
be an I
and that this was
true of all I’s
a composite
flower conscious
of its flowering
fruit and seeds
a waiting hut
fashioned of reeds
a god was here once
and may come again
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