I Am...Ma I Poem by Boyan Deam

I'm alone...there is nothing else, ..... but the microphone of my own voice. All types of distractions and reactions make up the world around.....and yet I haven't made a sound...bound by ideas that if I think another I am thought....it all goes down the long fought battle of beauty and life. I can strive and strive..... with steps so narrow each part of me...a particle I be ….can breath another day....another life. And still life is what I step.......over, a step of life....life between each step....each note....each name...turns cold......turns over. I see you.......I see me......a sight I be.......inside I see...forsaken I reside in me.....I decide....in you.....I co-inside....through you. I am you. Can't say the way to thee, can't write how it …..should be...... I be. Live in longing...prolonging moments …...hence the ignorance...of all that exists....... I am but a moment......I've taken.... to play out my wits......my no's and know it all's.......lead me to this…..........that I don't know at all.....how much I've missed by shaking the ground forsaken the loud....mess. I am sound. I am, but a vibration......changing paths and coiling rafts...making my own noise....Forget....Full I am of how many died before me...and how one births many I've seen. Table of times have been.... sat on.... and slept on..... and turned around......the circle of notes has no sound......just many before and many after.......so how can this life mean something here after. Find a clue....get a grip of something that walks with no hip...and thinks with no mind.....me thinks me is something......so it collects through the leafs of vine. I am something. Someone....somewhere....all the sums of what I had to bare......all sums up to me......and many summers there will be....until I grow this I. See the life that once was lived and say........Good bye. I am life.