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Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is …… I am,
not I am that I am:
too existential; at worst
it hints of a god-like state
of mind. I am, have been
and will be many things
to myself and others;
god-like is not one of them,
too much pressure to perform.
So I am, greetings and salutations
to you; you are. There’s the link:
I am and You are. No more introduction
is required. Our identities, internal or external
are fluid; change with tide, phase of the moon
and whim. Happy, sad; morose or mad; witty
or dull. I am the nett product of tainted memories:
my own and others, half-read insufficiently-understood
books, conversations curtailed on my entry (that quick
guilty glance - what’s the big secret?), convenient
memory lapses. In the darkness, the dim light
of dawn (there will be light, understanding: that I believe)
I can be whoever I like. No one will know otherwise
(if they cared). Hello, I am; You are?
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