“i” for instance

(iota)

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQURSTUVWXYZ

And how was it I acquired this alphabet among so many others? Broken and crossed-out from the start, I adapted myself, twisted and stretched, contorted and shaped to become something more, something other than my single digit of a mark. Stumbling about all through the letters I reached, bowing this way and that, even circling round on myself exposing the emptiness inside, the only thing noteworthy surrounding me or attached to me from outside, where reality lies. Pleading and spreading my arms, split apart, right up to my crucified and zig-zagged zero-I-ng end.