I & Me

Fingers rest upon crystalline glass and in their image is reflected an
equal counterpart. Only heat, radiating from a single point, separates
the two planes of creation. On one side, I. On the other, me.

I am the knower and the creator of my ever changing thoughts. A
single breath is the orchestration of I, myself, and the act to move
forward, push, bend, laugh, rethink is all the doing of I.
Me is the devil who spins conditions for the I. I am not anything without
me, and me means nothing without I. Me opens a page of the past and
tells I what can and cannot be though, based on what is written down
on that unholy page of mine own history.

Who do we see when we look in the mirror? Me or I? Two planes of
existence, separated in equal duality by the body of self and the
promise that both will be recognized for its admirable service to the
mind, the soul, the body.

For we are simply skins which rest upon the hum of our own spirit and
ambitious mind. I and me inhabit the same tangible being without
making way for the other. Simple gestures of propriety and grace are
not considered when fighting for center stage of the mind. Will I or me
be the forefront on my mind this day?

“anyone lived in a pretty how town”

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

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