Let the sky disassemble you

“I am that I am,”
he shouted to the sky,
“and no one can take that away from me.”

But the day is coming
when the sky will scream its echo
“I am that I am”
and split him in two and three.

You do not know who you are,
therefore let the sky disassemble you
all the way to the soft grasses
and the sunrise where you sleep quietly,
for the dawn is coming and calling you
“Come, you who knew not of himself.”