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If you have to ask then the answer is "you're not."
If you want to know then start
with knowing who you're not.
If what you know is what you don't
then you know very little,
but more than what most got and
when it comes to reading meaning,
making sense of your dash and dot,
all you need to do is trace
your negative space like abandoned plots
and face up to the vacant windows,
pockets full of rocks,
and throw them at the glass as hard as you can.
The act itself won't magically turn you
into a new man, but if there's music to your ear
in the smash of boundary's last stand
and you can move in, cot and cat on hand
and sleep good nights in your no man's land
then you need not ask a thing to anyone
about who and what you are
because you know what you were not.
What you are is changes
what they perceive is
stills on a rotating drum's cut slots.
Ahead of you is dirt dusty jungle
and behind you will always be
a trail of needles
between the wings
of all the butterflies you've caught.