The body is place. But I am not seated in it. Given that the I I say I am is mental.

But what if who I am is the relationship between mental and physical?

I looked for you You weren’t there I secretly hope you lived Or someone else Someone braver Have taken you in To watch your last breath

I walked away from where I first saw you Still hearing Your piercing cry I raised my head up the sky Two nimbus clouds raced On the back of the wind The dark chasing them

I forgive myself I forgive myself