The Frame

I'm not a forest
nor a tree,
not a flower
nor a petal

I'm not a hero
nor a simpleton,
not a leader
nor a follower

I'm not mean, not nice
not happy, not sad
not loud, not quiet
not alive, not dead

so, What are you?

I won't define
won't confine
I will not demarcate my boundaries, a concept that I do deny

I will not stand inside a box
nor outside of one either
not on the line, that's absolutely certain,

if something can be absolute
if something can be certain

but, Who are you?

why must I answer that question
who's premise I reject

I live through my existence
and exist through my life
I am through my being. without which, I am not

I'm not an intellect not an emotion
but yes,
I do appreciate both

I refuse to describe
to paint a picture
to list

what a joke, an insult
to my very essence
What essence?
a topic I won't address
a concept that does not exist

so
Who am i?
why must you ask
just accept me for myself
and relate
not to an idea or
classification

but
to
Me.