3I.D
They told me
existence
was no fact:
A factual
error, they
said. Entire
mystery.
So I built from
non-existence
new life, washed it
because it smelt of
dead, undead things
A replacement stole
it looked like me but
was not me- creature
only in a suit
I crept away like
a lost thing found in
no-man's land, with no
Belonging, no face
An empty spirit
They kept me
in the house
of no fact
because I am
Denied. I am
and merely-
a no-person