That I Be

Awake I return
To a world entirely unique — sensed, remembered
Narrated only by me

Asleep it washes, like dust off a mirror
Showing instead —
A world, entirely unique — sensed, remembered
Narrated only by me

Day and night
Wipe away each other’s worlds
And their seers — creating new worlds, new me

And now —
I trust neither
Their worlds, nor me

Some core —
Unseen —
I — must be
For all these worlds, all these me

And whatever that I be —
Can’t be a part — nor outside —

These worlds
And me

Flickering through day and night —
Neither leaving nor reaching —

I —
That I be