in the chamber of the self
where echoes form

“I” stands alone

a silhouette against the storm
a vessel, a prism, through
which life’s colours pour

“I” stands alone

veiled in its own light,
can see no more

“I” stands alone

whispers a song of silent lore
where self is a wave upon a greater shore

“I” stands alone

a dance of unity,
where separate streams converge
a boundless ballet, self and cosmos merge

“I” stands alone