I released myself as I am.
I recognized a younger self and released him too.
that recognition led to a series of selves all in a row.
I released them too.
Little Stephen and the Beatles in dark suits in a dusty sound studio.
I released them.
Richard Nixon, Tiny Tim and Bob Marley all lined up for release.
All part of the same whole sonship ready to release their hold on the reins of separate achievement.
What I am left with is nothing.
What I have gained is nothing.
What I am is something else.