I am not

I am not a sickly thief

I am not a wrinkly leaf

I am not the summer heat

I am not your curdled sheet

I am not luxurious robes

I am not a sailor’s toes

I am not the space between

I am not the test tube’s glean

I am not an handful of it

I am not the not-for-profit

I am not the light of day

I am not the bills you pay

I am not the age of reason

I am not the act of treason 

I am not the engorged banker

or the limpit, bridge, wanker

I do not condone your sadness

I do not abscond with gladness

I am not the butchers daughter

I am not the taller shorter

I do not begin to know

I have not already slowed

I do not press upon my soul

I do not hope to bend your bowl

I do not eye the glimmer glams

Nor circumvent the shiny dams

I do not feel this is my essence

I do not yield for incandescence

I am not what I am not  

I am 

“If all insects on Earth disappeared, within 50 years all life on
Earth would end. If all human beings disappeared from the Earth,
within 50 years all forms of life would flourish.”

― Jonas Salk, Biologist