One elbows one’s way through the
crowd of one’s other selves
hoping that this one who one is
truly is the one who one is
One elbows one’s way through the
crowd of one’s other selves
hoping that this one who one is
truly is the one who one is
Whose name I never know
If you don’t know,
don’t look him up.
And if you do know,
don’t presume you do,
but swing to see him
searching there
that modern desert modern air
for eyes to shine
however small
and drinks to drink
swords and all
You are, yes, you are!