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I, Alone
being a product
of my environment,
I find it impossible
to separate,
define,
detach
myself
from my surroundings,
from people,
entirely.
an identity made up
of others, to whom
I owe my vision
and way of thought.
for I am forever changed
by everyone I touch.
where, then,
do I find myself
in the mix
of so-and-so
and such-and-such;
in the mist
of experience?
and if I die,
could you literally
follow my footsteps
and arrive
as a clone of
Me,
who was too incoherent,
individually
to figure out what,
if anything,
was inherent?
so I retreat
inwardly,
where privacy
is an illusion
of the relational mind.
and finding yourself alone
is like trying to hide from the sun
in the shade
its light provides.
