I
This word.
Too short
and called into question.
It is one,
but divided,
hacked up by interests.

How to recover I?
That is the question.
I am.
The great I am.
I thrown to the universe.
I formed out like clay.
Fired but brittle.

I am sad.
I am happy.
I am what I am.
Can I say it?

I thinking.
I am thinking.
Thinking about I.

What is the I I have created?
The past.
Biology that is not and is.
And now I is fleeting.
Unrecoverable.
Lighting up in moments.
A child of time.

Myth?
But I say it.
Use it.
It is grammar.
It is me.
I don’t want to do it, I say.
Fiction. In a book.

I is human.
What is human?
I on a page.
Written.
I write, I feel.
What happens when it’s written?

Is the end of I, we?

 

4/8/2024