I is so seductive but cold
I is gonna be cut the fuck out of my life
I is not a good measure of a life well enough spent
It’s rather redundant and not reflective of my drives
Most of which do not even include me
Frankly I’m boring and that is why I write this

Facing a mirror image that is now not me
My lost image does not mean to be pushy
I’m not the kind of shadow that requires a spotlight
At least until I feel it’s time –
This is not conveying my prostration

Or the necessities that tsunami my shore
It’s so great with all the flotsam
Floating for a time in perfection
With anything other than me –
Drowning I the lesser loss.