Right here and now
I pine for me
For more of me to me
For an independent me
To be only me
Not aligning
Not maligning
Not surrounding
But a lone reaper singing in the fields
And coming back to myself
Right here and now.

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Who am I?
Running from mirror to mirror
Held not by me
But souls known
Are they known?
There is no known sky
No known cloud,
No known air,
No known leaves,
Why should souls be known?
I wouldn’t know
Who am I?