I am not I

I am not I,

I am multitudes.

the eye you see,

one in a sea

in bodies

beyond me.

I am

a glass poured full,

thirst unquenched

for she who spilled,

is a droplet killed

that is why

I am not I.

There exists an I

no longer mine.

it sailed, it sunk

in regions old

in waters cold

Bold Byzantine

Myself and I

torn asunder

split by the soaring sounds

of pounding rocks

of cascading streams

trapped tumbling down

salt water's fall

trust two shall slow

my ebb your flow

Hear the hum

wailing of whales

the hissing of waves

radio static, I've become

tuned to a dry channel

constant

where once I was

fluent

starved of sparks and signs

follow my plunge

in inner conflict

Your head on pillows wet

tucked tight in river's bed

rest assured,

brave sailor lost

the day you died

an I, of mine

buried in your mind

paid Charon's cost

thank you for reading