I never really knew
My real existence,
The person
Hiding beneath my skin,
The place where I came from,
Where I am to go
And my deputation
I am left in the darkness
Occupying the smallest of space
Separated from the world
Only by a barrier
Of utterance's absence
It doesn't really matter
What really matters
Is that
Vigor fills me in
And I dwell
In these raging canopies. . .