What we are? We say we want to become
what we are or what we have an intent to be.
We read the possibilities, or try.
We get to some.
We think we know how to read.
We recognize a word, here and there,
a syllable: male, it says perhaps,
or female, talent -- look what you could do
or love, it says, love is what we mean.
Being at any cost: in the end, the cost
is terrible but so is the lure to us.
We see it move and shine and swallow it.
We say we are and this is what we are
as to say we should be and this is what to be
and this is how.
But, oh, it isn’t so.
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