I do not pretend

To comprehend

This complicated construct I

Landed upon

By the cynical miracle of birth

 

But I suppose

I surmise almost

There is even more to question

With what lies outside the frame

    As with all good paintings

 

I hear you

Loud and clear

 

This incessant reconsideration

Deconstruction

Of social precepts

Is nothing but self-deceit

Self-defeat

 

But please understand

This is where and how I live

    Feel more at ease

    Feel less of a fraud

This is where I stand

 

I bathe in the flowing blue waters of uncertainty