It is said within each person there lies
all human lore. In a seamless dovetail
of child, adult, modern, savage, dumb, wise,
loose, strict, kind, cruel, no or yes folk tale,

a person can flow, in blink of an eye,
from one evolutionary phase or
to one psychological stimuli
as simply as waves lapping on the shore.

Who then is I? Am I a multiple
I, or is each of us just a unique
fusion that we unconsciously bungle
in a manner to us ever oblique?

Or am I the I who asks this question
in a boundless facing mirrors vision?