a Poem to Know 'Em

I feel like a flood of words is overdue.  I promised to myself That I would continue But at times I start to wonder where are You in all of this.  I know there are opportunities I Missed and maybe nary provided but a thin Mist of meaning.  But a curiosity became a compulsion this past Evening.  As much as I miss the many parts of me that are from You, I blush, or blanche, or blur behind my perceived Retinue (thatsagroupof advisors thatincludes you).  Just Who do I think I am (?) when I am, and does that come through When I come to...  It.

About face: two and two; me and me, you and you.  I know who I am without a doubt!  I am Me.  I know who I’ve been - now and then, then as now - that part is Easy.  Wow. And easy does it, they say; don’t worry who you sway or who you dismay.  But if I may: who am I becoming... and who am I without Us.  Call it brave or foolish if you Must.  I know that the world at large can be Difficult to trust.  Perhaps you don’t know them as well as you’d like, though you’d like to see reunion before returning to Dust (holds tight Mic).  But we’re all so virtual “like”, like, literately.  So I ask again: who am I, how am I you, and who are you, and how are you Me? But 

Before we investigate, I’d also inquire, how do you aspire to conspire?  See I’m all alone, and if I blame, I atone, it’s just that I’m late to the Show and I really want to go, but I don’t even know How I know who I know.  (one worders? friends?) 

But I digress.  How do you know the You - all of you. There is a short answer for me that will do.  I am who I am because I am the Me that is me.  That is the reiteration of this curiosity.  (Reiteration: to say again, and also: to say again) ...I am me, because I am who I am.  Who I’ve been, and who I will be, as far as I can Defend seems to be, to me, as much as you can Depend...

On.

So whether it is an indulgence to Divulge, who knows, who cares.  Thumbs up?  Or do you Scold  implicitly by your silent lack of approval?  It’s not like I imagine a block or a removal... Or would that I could keep you on the edge of your Seat, your keyboard so quiet.  Your mind replete with things you’d Just as soon delete.  To extract the (beautiful?) truth would be... a metric feat.

But I must I will leave my note sadly complete: it is only i who I wish to defeat.

I think it is fair as fair to say, at the end of the day... the you that is you, that is the most you, is what i wish to come through, to pull out, to come to.  Because this wall would be so very very very empty without all our compulsory conceptual graffiti.  

So I’ll thank you for being you, and too, I’ll thank me for me, esp. the me that is the most like Me, you see.

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