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Me, Myself, and I


I no better know myself

Than I would the weight of the moon

If I could hold it in my hand.

I can no better control myself

Than a wildfire three days away

The smoke only now in my nose.

I live with myself like mice

Live with cats and hawks.

In life-and-death hide-and-seek.

I feel like I work for the circus

With clowns and trained animals

Poorly paid and poorly fed.

I love myself like an addict

Loves a drug, if you call that love,

I’m always trying to quit myself.

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a memory

I don’t know who is remembering it,

But they must be older and wiser than me.

They know the way it always goes,

They find it all absurd and swell,

I think they like me, as well.

So whoever you are, me, myself, or I

I wish you would stick around

Let me catch a glimpse, hear a sound

Of your voice, of your face

So I might find a place in you

Where I can meet myself anew.

Spirits in a Bottle

A Song for Luna

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