I Know Nothing

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I used to think I knew something

Everything, maybe

I used to think I knew the way

At least one way

I used to think I knew me

Solid, defined

But now,

Those definitions

I put on like gowns

Have worn through

Been seen through

The stories I tell myself

About me and

My preferences

Are a work of fiction

Full of characters and costumes

In need of armour and weapons

All along I was

Defending emptiness

Shouting proudly

This is me

This is me

Love me

It is no place to hang your hat

It is all more vapour

Than concrete

More nothing

Than something

Let me then be liberated

From the corset of certainty

Too tight and too small

To bear now

Let me be naked

And bewildered

 

I know now that I know nothing

And that’s something.