i is in Lie

surrounded by

the gaps hidden from the eye,

even if i cry,

no matter how hard i try,

i is in Lie,

until i die

and i is in Line,

without any benign,

incomplete beyond sign,

even if i whine,

wanting to redefine,

as long as i is in Line

i will never be fine

i can’t be i anymore,

for i is not i in the core,

i need to explore

i need to soar,

there’s dirt on this floor,

even if i ignore,

i can’t be i anymore,

i crave more

but o is in Love,

as in the God above,

with the peace of the Dove,

no need to shove,

there’s room where all i’s are beloved,

cause o is in Love,

something to be proud of

i need to be o,

o is complete,

infinite—no need to repeat.