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This unseen prowler constantly
For convenience I call ‘I’
Overtakes my consciousness
Where surface tensions underlie
This impatient interrupter
Unashamedly shows up
Then just as easily ignoring me
Like a dry bone empty cup
Often pleasantly bestowing gifts
From where I struggle to surmise
A curved ball at a tangent
Which I catch to my surprise
My ‘I’ a fleeting visitor
Frustrating dream invader
Calls me to my table notebook
This huge idea crusader
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