I face the world alone
In a crowded space, my face but
Many of more than one. The hour’s begun and
Ended, upended by the one following after,
Laughter chased by passing years, failing fears replaced
By frozen tears, locked in time as words in rhyme.

I join the world unborn, unlived,
Undead, inbred through kissing cousins–
Joy and sorrow–
One today and, on the morrow,
Another. Brother to all, son of none but
Only one, inside my head, seed of thought,
Root of all that ought to be and
Is not.

I stand to sit on shoulders of giants,