I am the I

If I am the I, eyes never see
I am the key to freely see
The bee that bolts
The breeze to breath
Like thought to act
Inhale the truth in life
In that a spark to breath
Is spine intact
Know where eyes
Ever see my truth in hell
When backs turned to bees

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