Messing around with Binary.
01001001
I'm sorry, what was that?
Oh, who am I?
Right.
That's what I thought you asked.
Well, sure,
I can give you the biography,
but that's just a history essay.
Isn't it?
With eyebrow raised, a retort:
What do you want me to say?
I mean, you already know the answer.
Don't you?
I am ... because of you.
Your eyes
tinted with life
penetrate me
and define who I am.
Don't they?
midnight chilled
wind swept sand
rough righteous rock
a desert sighs silence
monsoon clamour
wide salty seas
raging relentless rain
a sky screams violence
Who I am
is not as important
as who I am not.
And I'm not you.
Am I?