I wish I could get away from I.
I go on about I and
I see how I be in this great mystery
as if I could be the eye in this storm.
who am I? to leave this unwritten, unspoken, unsaid?
how can i I stand up high and take up all this space with my I and my me and my my?
this space once mine, all mine, becomes some empty vacuum.
sucking the me with it, away
sometimes I think that humanity’s self absorption is so strong, it should have caused a black hole by now.