WeAreMany

    OfthemanymenwhomIam,whomweare,

    Iotsettleonasingleone.

    Theyarelosttomeuhecoverofclothing

    Theyhavedepartedforay.

    Whehiobeset

    toshowmeoffasamanofintelligence,

    thefoolIkeepcealedonmyperson

    takesovermytalkandoccupiesmymouth.

    Onotheroccasions,Iamdozinginthemidst

    ofpeopleofsomedistin,

    andwhenIsummonmyceousself,

    acowardpletelyunknowntome

    swaddlesmypoorskeleton

    inathousandtinyreservations.

    Whenastatelyhomeburstsintoflames,

    insteadofthefiremanIsummon,

    anarsonistburstsonthese,

    andheisI.ThereisnothingIdo.

    WhatmustIdotodistinguishmyself?

    Houtmyselftogether?

    AllthebooksIread

    lionizedazzlingherofigures,

    brimmingwithself-assurance.

    Idiewithenvyofthem;

    and,infilmswherebulletsflyonthewind,

    Iamleftinenvyofthecowboys,

    leftadmirihehorses.

    ButwhenIcalluponmyDASHINGBEING,

    outesthesameOLDLAZYSELF,

    andsoIneverknowjustWHOIAM,

    norhowmanyIam,norILLBEBEING.

    Iwouldliketobeabletotouchabell

    andcallupmyrealself,thetrulyme,

    becauseifIreallyneedmyproperself,

    Imustnotallowmyselftodisappear.

    WhileIamwriting,Iamfaraway;

    andwhenIeback,Ihavealreadyleft.

    Ishouldliketoseeifthesamethinghappens

    tootherpeopleasitdoestome,

    toseeifasmanypeopleareasIam,

    andiftheyseemthesamewaytothemselves.

    Whenthisproble