I am not your father,
I am not your brother,
I am not your son,
I am not your friend,
I am not your lover,
I am not your keeper.
I am not the man at the door,
I am not the woman in the tower,
I am nothing,
And my place in a story,
Is nowhere.
And soon, you will forget me.
Like a baby forgets as it grows, being born.
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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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