Poem: Me, I know

“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.

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