To understand
Who I am,
What is about me,
What is within me;
To see without bluring vision,
And sense without numb touch;
I am what is before you,
The vision that does not blink;
The words and feelings,
More real and powerful than these in ink,
I am all I am,
And all I will be,
I take in that which I feel,
And that which I see.
Bits of bites,
And bites of bits,
It all combines,
And all entwines,
All without,
Become within,
Mixed with blood,
Beneath my skin,
That is me,
But only can you see;
The expression on my face,
The love, the scorn,
Knowing not it’s place.
To explain of who I am,
Or what, or why, or how I am-alone-
Can not be seen,
Or sensed,
But known.