I Series - I am

I Series - I am


Dots,

after dots,

after dots,

after dots—


Make me,

make me whole—


Line that connects, another, and more


Line that connects, 

Another

And more





Dots… 





after dots,

after dots,

after dots—


Draw me, make me real

There's no right, or wrong


Draw me, a reality


A vessel that fits me


The me, in your mind



So... fill in the blank-


Who am I? 

What I am? 

I am ___

You are ___

We are ___

And they are ___


Not us, 


Not one of our dots—


Neither one of mine—


Even a single one—


Oh my precious dot… 


Me. 

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