Me

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun

Me, a name I call the rational, conscious part of my brain. Freud called this the ego, or self. So what are the parts of me that aren't me? Do my subconscious thoughts share my existance, or just interact with it? Can I (being »me«) assume responsibility for the uncontrolled actions of my id and superego? And if this is »me«, then who the hell are »you«?

I am, therefore I am. Me Myself and I.

Important words to remember for scrabble are: Do Re Me So La Te (Do)

I finally found that the force at the center of the universe is not me.

'Me! I stay here of course. I always do.'

Me I Myself am the only me I know. You are always you but only I am me

Here's me writing on a coupon
the value of me in book form
made strange to a handtowel
nakedly without goods
an angel told me through pads
through a screen the angel
of speech was me

When I wrote of the women in their dancec and wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.

There is no mountain, there is no god, there is no memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.

No more masks! No more mythologies!

Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.

Sometimes you tell me, that I am no-one.

That's not true. I have no reason to believe you and your false claims any longer.

I am me. I am strong, and grow stronger by the minute.

With every breath I draw, with every step I take, with every word I speak, I become a little more of ME and a little less of YOU.

And in the end, I'll be free.

And there'll be much rejoycing.