I’m confounded by what it all means
To be me
To be endlessly circling
Back into thee
And back out
To be free
But still socially standardized
Meaningless me
An acceptable version
For your eyes to see
An organic complexion
Machines couldn’t be
A titanic reflection
The depths and the skies
Couldn’t possibly fathom
The I’s become we
All returning to me
In the moment of everything
Nothingnessly