An I is more complicated than it seems More complicated than I like to think Find it multi-layered, sneaky seeking in one path an outlet to other needs Yet writing as writing persists
Why is bringing forth words harder than the need deliberately flowing or not freely to think To use the brain-that-sweats for the brain that sings The myriad worlds set blindly sinking before me Ready for a boot or a current jolt to tear me open at the seems.