I (a poem; something that resembles one; poetry is rather subjective, actually; kind of narcissistic of the poet to brand his or her own words as such, but I digress…)

What am I but a dot in the matrix

A grain in the garden

A salt speck in an endless ocean

A pinhole upon night’s curtain (thanks Connery)

A face in the crowd

An ember to the fire

A drop in the downpour

A day in the life

A vote in the congress

A peanut in the turd

A voice in the chorus

A bullet in the massacre

A billboard along the highway of life

What am I?

I am.


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