POEM: Reverb

[pert -5]

He's gonna build it up and build it up
He's blind to its rising.
Can't see I grow, couldn't see I grow
The i became the I and bigger and bigger it grew
Until it couldn't fit into the room
And all the walls came down
Then one asked, who had a little voice,
"The i has become the I,
Shouldn't you try or do something?"
And laughing, I said,
"Yes."
And the mothers could not stop weeping
From the anointing of the i
And the I and the Eye.