I.
I'm alone again how many of I exist without a little speck of support above them just the full weight of being Imposing, succinct and mean, and how do I find, a reason to chase the sky, when my eyes are clouded by I, when it doesn't get closer, no matter how hard I try, if it is not me, may you find everything, when I finally die, to this period without word, unmoving, face in the dirt, this stone I have to stare at, when it's a clear sunny day, and all I know is I.
