My Erasure

Who is older, in those years?

I think (know) it is me,

though you seem to think

I have no age,

as I am not the same.

.

A half (I, as you see me) to you,

is not a whole,

it is a hole (this type).

You see the hole,

as the other.

The other is what you cannot accept,

the other is what you reject.

I am not the other,

and I am not a hole.

I am simply,

not the same as same.

.

As I said,

I am older.

When you saw me,

you too,

began to age-

a cut sleeve

growing a new outfit

to clothe the you of aspiration.

an aspiration,

that often forgets,

my kind,

as I am not the same,

nor derisrable

to you.

.

Therefore I must not exist,

but I do.

 

 

 

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