I breaks on adolescence like split voices
on the crescent of a shadow.
I shivers with the presence of itself
and quivers at the sight. but
I paints pictures on broken mirrors
And smears resolution on one’s eyes. and
I rings with melismatic fervor,
polyphonic and discordant.
I is the monosyllabic white noise to block out We.
I protects us, and allows us to see what we like as reality is Me.
We cannot survive the shifting of atoms.
I can.
we cannot survive the shifting of atoms.
I can.