Trogoautoegocrat (i eat myself to hold "I")

. (always and never is now) certainly "i" must be somewhere amid the impressions... this food of life; these good, and ill, familiar and unmet can't shake this sense of so many things that only ever touched me by proxy... never really counted 'cept to have passed through left a wake leaving things unintended an accident filled with what to think what to say how to be i say "okay, smarmy ghost on my face" "coated my insides " i grant you being. and yes, it was me. and yes, it is also me now. i take it all back i trade it for life. and with my okay i sign your ghost warrant, your diminishing empire. i will never be you. i can never be you. for i am older than the hills. connected to the stars. presence in the present. no thing under the sun decides my posture, crowns and kills me. the distasteful becomes fodder. the despised... a feast for the soul. i eat myself to hold "i" (to hold "I"...)