bill chiu's "I Simulate"

I, a brick,
a part of that yellow wall,
a fanning dancing pattern on the bricked ruin.

I'm the ripple expanding on the gutter water,
a raindrop that drums the stubborn surface,
moments of sun bleeds colorlessly.

I shed joyful tears,
I cheek tears in pain,
then more often cry numb tears of boredom,
  and utter feelingless sighs of voidness.

Nothing to call my own.. no uniquely "me" feelings.
I simulate.  I glow in the empty happiness and
  pretense of despair.

Next to the beginning of self, I, and "me".

1994, bill chiu