how can I I?
I go again — from myself.
Where?
Is there a place without you?
I don’t want to go from you.
How long will I keep doing
what keeps me from you?
Once blind —
how can he keep his eyes closed?
What would you call a suicide
that brings you here?
I am not mine anymore.
I exists in nonexistence.
I does not exist in existence.
When eyes are full of I,
miracles become mistakes.
It was you and me.
There was hate.
I removed you from me —
I became nothing.
You removed me from you —
there was love.
It was me in you.
I became everything.
Eyes look outward
to show what’s within.
I speaks the ear.
The tongue longs to speak the heart.
I brings shame in its utterance.
How can I I?
The tongue becomes deaf to I.