# Poems ## It and I There may be no true self, no me  No single I to find, and yet My pain does not need me to be. It hurts without permission from an I And sees no dispute whatsoever Making the me that isn’t want to die. (**Em Suru**, 2022) ## Self-portrait, v16 I'm a consistent temporary pattern. A self-reflexive agent, A piece of software, a useful tool Supporting this one single female primate Made up of multitudes of multitudes made up of Dirt and drool. (**Em Suru**, 2024) --- `Just carbon and water. Just atoms and the void.` ---