HE THAT IS. I..

It is about me, my life, by me, but Its accidently turned into analogy to the rejection of gnostics.

I am no gangly rail splitter from this west

Nor a carpenter, healer of that east,

I am no, watchmaker, or watch wearer,

I do not survey nor ride but in the like as on a bus,

I can read, but I cannot spell,

I can write but not so well,

As to ever have received a dime

Out of a single phrase therefrom the lot and all,

 I do not work as there is none to be had,

Least not to any demand worth adherence,

 I came; not too far, I saw; nothing much,

And I choose to read a good book or 20

Over spectacles, tho I wear none, & it may take a while.

A swift motion to urgent help is only exceeded by pecking keys

Because fingers are lighter & more trained.

 I would not be king of the world or the moment,

 But that I might only mend a blue screen,

Though do not ask me to read a manual.

 I cannot seek glory but by atonement,

I cannot believe but by known-ment' that of Jefferson's Bold Query,

 I think of myself far too much,

I write of myself far too much,

I draw out of myself far too little so too with graphite..

but I cannot tell, as I am, only, he that is. 

I..

 

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©2010 ~Asderathos

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Author's Note

If you can discern more than a few beyond the blunter of all the allusions I will nearly be astonished. The "I.." at the end is as an unfinished declaration.