I Poem by Leonard Nolens

Today five billion people said I
With a kiss, a razor blade, a plate of spaghetti, a shot.
It made a difference to me. It made me five billion times I.
We call that reality. It has no name.

Last night five billion people cried you.
In letters, in the street, in pubs, in beds, on bridges.
It made a difference to me. It made me five billion.
We call that world. The world. It has no name.

But I am it. I'm it five billion times.
The world is always five billion times I.
Reality is always five billion.
Today five billion people said me.