Reading the sage philosophers each night
Explain how the myth of the I came to be
A reality of its own making
The most alone of things
Each in its own private world
Free to be nothing or everything
Swinging between the two
Puts me to sleep to see
I am not an I but a we
At least for a little while
I dream myself awake in you
Wonder of wonders behold
There can only be one I
Which all the others enfold
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