I am I,
I can’t be any other,
My parent’s son,
God’s creature.
And yet,
I am myself
And not myself.
I am my own,
And something other.
I have a sex,
It points to another,
I have a hand,
It holds an other.
I have a mouth,
It eats another,
I am a body,
And it’s me,
And something other.
My mind is me,
And yet not my own,
My life is me,
Though beyond my control,
My soul is I,
It’s inveterate other.
I try and listen to myself,
I try to see what I desire,
I make, I mend, I build, I speak,
I join one to another
I dissever.
I think and also think I think,
And my thought is my own,
Though not mine to command,
I say it if and when I may,
If it permits of being said,
Everything else is something other,
My thought must think,
If it is to think,
My thought and its thoughts are one,
And not the same as each other.
I am still I,
I can’t be other,
My parent’s son,
God’s creature,
I am I,
And my other.
