I Something

I Something

“I Palindrome I”
threatens my playlist.
I, the speaker, am
asking you nicely:
Throw away your old copy of
I Robot,
Listen  to the sound of
my voice!  Abandon your belief(s)
in I Ching.
I think “ergo sum.”
Some therefore, I think,
don’t appreciate the I of
my eye.

I Ching can’t tell you
what the Eye
has already seen.
I rob others of
their I with my eye and they
to me in return.  Now turn, 
face me.  I, the speaker, know:
I and no one else.
This ends now, and now begins this,
“I Palindrome I.”