I

I often write as I,
The first person singular,
‘Cause I sound better on paper.
I come across sorta sorted.
Sorta smart, sorta flawed.
Half believable, two-thirds not.
I’m the same for everyone
Looking at my display image,
But I’m a new I in every reader.

I’m not that I, though.
I’m not this I either.
I’m not writing this.
I’m a new I now.
I arise every moment.
Every I here is a new I.
And an old I too.
I’m not any of us.
(I guess that’s the plural).
I’m the first person I know.
Singular in this moment.
Plural in the past.
Cogito ergo sumif(1:26, “I”).
I think, therefore, I’m none.