Like Whitman, I love women, men, Children, cats, dogs, birds, ants, even Flies, bees, wasps - the things that bite By day or night - That come and go As in the ego Rlsing like a queen – Pushy, domineering, And between a humble nun. Ego’s power’s a sneaky one; Self-ness changing hour by hour, Self-less self-ness into -ish-ness. Sometimes I’m like Whitman: Full of fullness or A structure frail and faulty.
Sometimes Like Whitman 3.18.2015 revised 3.18.2019 Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin Nover