I ain't You by Atif

That art though my head

I indeed might instead

Of though that I shall

Indeed I as well

Is we?

Or is a broken arrow falling from the

Stems of a tree, like the leaf’s fall

Before winter thou called spring

A fluctuation in a slight burnt thought

Of as a human mind with though greed

But dressed in humanity –

with heavenly

Feathered angel wings

I thou we – reconsider a remedy for

Peace or indulgence – to retreat – as thou

Can consider but cannot deny – if is –

Then what is you greatness about?

Is thy face or thee mistake

I take, I take, intake

Responses, vision, a view

I ain’t, no, I ain’t you