By John Paul II
So many grew round me, through me,
from my self, as it were.
I became a channel, unleashing a force
Did not the others crowding in, distort
the man that I am?
Being each of them, always imperfect,
myself to myself too near,
he who survives in me, can he ever
look at himself without fear?
Habemus Papam (Inspired by Tomie)