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The Power Of I


 I, the ninth letter in the alphabet.

I describes self, I depicts me.

It is always about I, selfish you say but when is it never about I?

I am the canvas, I own the colors and yes oh yes I possess the paintbrush.

 

I defies logic

Moi meme if it suits you.

I goes beyond set boundaries.

I falls apart,

Picks the pieces up and,

Places them where I feels like.

 

I is spontaneous,

It does what it wants.

I is never small,

I is the whole universe in ecstatic motion.

I, lives life on the fast lane.

I, may not be seen but I,

Makes you feel something.

 

The power of I,

Subtle you assume it to be but ,

I owns itself.

Never forget to remember that,

I, is the whole universe in ecstatic motion.

 

 

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