I Know What I Am

By Eric Ashford

First
takeaway all that you are not
and cannot be proved
in the stark light of
the five senses.

The more you are convinced of
the more you will be self-deceived,
keep nothing that speaks
from an ajar door.

We all in the end
or at the beginning of the end
get to know what we are.

An undiscovered
unexploded land-mine
waits for us to tread upon it –
then we will know.

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