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2010-05-17 | |
I am I,
a farrago of heap, gargantuan,
Aglow with my colossus vanity,
driven by my monstrous
towards my ambitions,
I, in-kneed before my impuissant ego.
Plunging into deeps and shoals of thoughts
I have killed my emotions,
and succumbed to my servitudes.
And thus, have swallowed last drops of shame.
I reject the echoes from the rational
I, one with the lemurs, who talk my language,
I, a part of limping
stories that gaze, helplessly,
into anfractuous shadows.
I am I.
quiescent vultures blind
my faith in my interior being.
I, a multivalent crowd of myself, making me
mad and ugly but
Not quivering before illogic,
I do yield to unrealities
toying with bigger unrealities.
Wearing numerous looks,
I nauseate intellectually
amid my resonating voice.
And search, desperately, the one in me.
"Barabas, Barabas, Barabas,"
deeply embedded.("......" Christopher Marlowe in Jew of Malta)
I am I,
with neither sense nor sensibility,
neither vision nor grace,
still I explore within my explosions,
hopelessly agile and helplessly
I have a delightfully active âIâ
purring to me, incessantly,
about my frowning ego,
never going tippy.
I have neither âgreatest completeness, with
all the incidental consequencesâ nor do I have
still my âself-perceptionâ hounds me
as does hound an eagle a rat.("......." Kafka in Diaries)
deranges me so pathetically,
amid my life alone,
calmed down by the fury within.
I have a buried conscience
ejaculating about itself
as I stay awake,
and again about itself,
as slumber steals upon me,
realizing not âpeople being naturally full
of themselves when they have nothing else in themselves.â (" " Joseph Addison)
I am I,
unstirred within my mental torpor,
but perfectly caged, firmly
within the frills of my orotund, dead shadow.
PS-- This poem is dedicated to those who cannot step out of themselves.
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