Ide eye

Who even am I? This question riddles my brain. I know the answer so why am I not answering? The trance is thickening. I forget my goals. I forget my trials. I forget my friends. I forget my family. I forget my dog. And everything given to me, the one thing I remember is me. But who even am I? You are something the whole world is doing. Who are you? Many different answers to the same question... All correct. I break my back and strain my neck looking at what's next. Answering worldly problems but ignoring what has me vexed. I am not defined by what I do. I am not defined by you. I am not defined by an ever flowing context of turmoil and happiness. I am not defined by my actions. I am not defined by my memories. I am not defined by anything. I am defined by everything. Everything but me, assimilating in the sea. The tide rushes in and in a moment I will be where I have never been, stuck in familiar and very new trends. It's the salt that I become separating from myself, with the sea, I become one. "I" will be gone when I am done.

Passage from the Library of Babel

Unfocused repurposed
Fixed and unbroken
Leaving our speech
Mostly unspoken

Yet we'll triumph through life

Too many pages
And they're already written

Book after book
In a hidden infinite
But look what you took
Through hard work and labor
Something remarks on
Your tiny stay here

We pause for effect
Causing affect
Our hands so deft
Becoming adept
Scanning the pages
For something outrageous
Its becoming more painless
that's truly the key
Through all these ages
Its noticing me
And creating the context
For perceiving a 'we'
From so many angles
Who knows what we'll see?