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not titled (Free verse) by coolassbob
My name is not Joseph.
I am not world-renowned,
painter of eclipsing lies and half-truths.
I am not one silver-haired goddess
of the moon, nor a sister to her.
My moments in consciousness
are not evocative of flowers,
not of mushrooms, not of breathing trees.
My voice does not recite incantations.
My mood is not cantakerous.
My knowledge does not exceed,
does not supercede the vastness
of a chasm below my feet.
I do not belong to a strict code of ethics.
I am not enveloped
in a warmth attributed
to kindness, and
I do not have a
soul-searcher beside me,
prodding and prickling my
conscience.
I am not invisible, not
audibly noticed, not ignored.
I do not linger over
dead bodies.
I am not jarred awake at night
facing a ravine that echoes
an owl.
I have not lived a day only
living, not yet dead.
I do not taste
men's sweat, hear their
ticking clockwork.
I am not defined by negatives.
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