I was nurtured on the teat of sweet belief
creating what I call myself. Unique. Good grief!
My personality is like an onion made
from all these other second-hand beliefs conveyed
to memory and accepted as a god’s own truth.
And so I fade from infancy to bitter youth.
But ask myself this question most see most naive:
do I remember being born? I can’t conceive
a moment never being. That is what I am.
The rest is just some evolutionary scam
the absolute unknown intends so I may know
I am the absolute unknown. No pain, no rhyme.