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I and i


i
does not feel like being anyone's.
i
cannot even be my own.
i
has some place that's not shared with anyone
not even with me.
i
looks / and / seeks / and / tries / and / runs
at
all
     / and /  all    / and /   all /  and / from all.

how could me
then
try to catch it
when
i
seems to fade
whenever my shadow lays on it?

it's war time for
i
and me
cannot agree on anything.
who is looking for whom?
i for me
or
me for the i?
who knows? who even cares?
maybe  the eye ........