We are nameless

We are nameless, I-men, striving
far above the beggared notions
of apathies and death’s release.
We are shadeless, unencumbered
beings drawn from Prime Consideration.
Others, fallen, fail, false in trade,
offer i for I.
                  I, reaching
skyward, holding fast the honest
roots wherefrom he rises— i-man,
reaching downward, mocks the day,
splicing i to feed upon
a stolen I-man grace. And struts.