I wonder what this "I" might be,
unfindable and free.
Dwelling among apes
it puts on so many capes.
It can hide between the grapes
and shops constantly for shapes.
If I grasp it it will flee
since the grasper I can't see.
Though it feels so stiff and stale
it is like a fairy tale
or a snake that eats it's tail.
Often it does weep and wail,
roams the waters like a whale
or is like my coffin's nail.
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