I sat alone on a perch of stone beneath the sun <br />And thought about I as my neck bent back <br />and pitched my head up toward the sky <br />It reflected me back down, down to the ground <br />As I reached out toward the sky In hopes <br />Of capturing that mythical pie <br />To do it now or surely die <br />I, thought about I beneath the sky <br />I sat alone on a perch of stone <br />forever now I have wished I could fly <br />I could try but surely die <br />try and surely die <br />And I sat alone on perch of stone <br />I sat alone <br />Having forgotten home <br />alone <br />I<br /><br />Maynard Hartman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cyclic-and-self-referencing-chant-of-i/
