This piece contributes to a series of text-based exploration referencing a poem by Emily Dickinson, Me From Myself – To Banish. I am fascinated with the human condition and the stories we tell ourselves, often without realising. Emily Dickinson's poem explores this, the realisation of self-conflict, the need to be present in it, and perhaps to banish what is not serving oneself.
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Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
But since Myself — assault Me — How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness?
And since We're mutual Monarch How this be Except by Abdication — Me — of Me?
