When did poems begin to start with
I
When did
I
Become the beginning and the end
I
It calls and woos and beckons like no
You
Could do. The lights dim in
You
And a mirror becomes the inspiration for
I
The winds that carried these words to
You
Now swirl and suffocate, declaring and blaring that
I
Am strong, am somehow alive and
I
Is as far as the mind can see, but
I
Might be the end of
We