Posted by Ben Naga
THE NINTH LETTER
Boldly built on shifting sands
As if eternal
Posted on August 24, 2014, in Wee Poems and tagged Ego, Identity. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Everything alters or disappears.
While the I reduces the all to its understanding,
A B C D E F G T I (! 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9)
Sorry. Not meaning to be abstruse. I is the ninth letter of the (Anglo-american) alphabet.
Does that clarify things?
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