Cyclic And Self Referencing Chant Of I

I sat alone on a perch of stone beneath the sun
And thought about I as my neck bent back
and pitched my head up toward the sky
It reflected me back down, down to the ground
As I reached out toward the sky In hopes
Of capturing that mythical pie
To do it now or surely die
I, thought about I beneath the sky
I sat alone on a perch of stone
forever now I have wished I could fly
I could try but surely die
try and surely die
And I sat alone on perch of stone
I sat alone
Having forgotten home
alone
I

by Maynard Hartman

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