I am the singular
In free fall.
I and my doubles
Carry it all
Life’s slim volume
Spirally bound
It’s what I am about
Its what I am around
Presence and hunvars
Im blue a sap mote
With the world is they
spin it
I teach it by rote
But its every command.
Was once a miscue
That something rose to
Presence and freedom
Rewording ,rebeading
Strains on a strand
Making I and I more
different
Than we could stand
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