I and My Self

(by B. Bellete)
In an astral phraseology -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
In an effortless language -the finest whispering
‘O! My !’said I to myself ,‘I am still living’
Never have I been stranger in any strange dream port
Bestowed in me a language which of course is self-support
I Certainly have been somewhere housing
In which the fabrics of every souls rousing.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
Lifted up I way high above the blue earth.
To be loaded with idea, or rejuvenated forsooth .
Who knows if I was touring the vast beauty
Checking out or engaging in a heavenly duty?
Wondered if was I being installed or fed
Before my eyelids folded up, found I lie in the bed.
I dissolve in myself
myself in I, aye
In the darkest of night
In the light of day
I is energetic at dawn when whisper to myself
With out that invisible - I am dumb and deaf.
I won’t see I ‘till lie on my bed, undergirded
I with myself in a language that requires no word.