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Jan 2023
I am what I call I
and I am limited
bilateral
a labyrinth of memories
a galaxy of minerals

I am what I call I
infinitesimal
ephemeral
a dream of being separate
from all the other chemicals

I am what I call I
and I am living
biological
a symphony
of static electricity and molecules

but when I look behind
the many mirrors of my mind
I am the world
I am the sky
I am more than what I call I
Written by
Ciel Noir
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       Ciel Noir, Heather and By Hemingway's Beard
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