I guess I could wait

I could walk

Instead, metamorphose

metamorphose, metamorphose

Over there- is that me, myself?

Looking at I?

Over thre is that m-me myself?

Looking at I?

(pause)

Over there is that me myself looking at I?

(pause)

Widening, unfurling…

What is that

Something, a gyre? And eye?

Yes, it is an I .

Not like me, like I’d never seen myself before.

Coming from the abyss

Knowing,

Something I had never known before

A backward seeing

That is really breaking (pause)

Through, and past

Into an unclear beyond

A horizon

Each minute finite & infinite

I think this what is called being present

I had never known it myself before

From this abyss

This eye

There is a clarity

There is a clarity

There is a clarity

Exposition.

Totaling myself

Going to me

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~Poetry & reading by 

Kamene Dornubari-Ogidi

Androgenoir