I'm too bolshy to define
or be defined,
too awkwardly angular
for labels to stick,
and if there are two
routes to follow
I will split and travel both
and on the face of chance
I will fearfully spit.
I hate and love me  
in unequal measure
and all that the universe
contains or, I've kissed.
I am a fool I squander
self on foolish things
and I am the wisest
thing that ever will
or did exist.
I sink in the swamp
of mediocrity I am
a tower, a raging
prodigy, who makes
others think or not.
My maddening meekness  
can cause writes to kill
I find it, such a hot,
enervating thrill.
I am a dullard
exploring atoms,
skipping through
particles, a Thuvia
a Greasy Joan, one
whinger, whiner,
here I moan, there.
An idle worker
and contradiction.
My honesty is a lie
my craziness is
normality, I see
I'm no different from
billions I am still
all the individual I's
who have ever been
or will but essentially
I am merely,  me.
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 29th Jan 2023
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