What begins at
the I in the sky,
what will I find
in others, is wrong.
Just get me out
of it the I in it.
Just search for
me in the e find
the me.
I get back to it.
I get on with it.
I will move on.
Can't you see
the I, maybe others
can disguise but
maybe the I is
wrong.
I look into
the I, as if
I could be I.
Why the I?
Where is I?
No such thing,
I can come about
what I sense from
the I of it.
I for I,
what is
it about the
time in the I.
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