“Me, I know”
There is a place,
a place I know,
a place I don’t call home.
There is a place,
a place I know,
a place
made out
of bone.
There is a time,
a time I know,
a time I don’t call now.
There is a time,
a time I know,
a time
without
sound.
There is a me,
a me unknown,
a me without a home.
There is a me,
a me unknown,
silent
and
of
bone.