Then at midnight I cross over
Into the dreamed I
I find myself at a conference
Of all the I’s in some
Submerged cathedral
The debate will decide the dissolution
As far as I can tell
Of the very notion of an I
Versus some further development
In which the I becomes
Both father and everyone else
The hammered articles of a hope
That behind all its reflections
One real I must stand
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