“I.”

It is a column
that reads like a sentence
from one to life.

The first person
to see itself in the
mirror.

Foremost in the plans
and opinions of the
liminal space

between the head and
the heart and the hands
crossed under the stars.

Find that spot where 
it exists and remember
that it won't forever.

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