There is one small item on the docket that I fear you do not understand

Although I remain, virtues rusted remnant

80% fixed

20% flawed

Slightly broken and the edges of my frame by the unchained hounds of hell gnawed

I am

Still,

a totally different man

Yes I have recognize that underneath the rocks foundation lays a lingering layer of loose sand

This isn’t sufficient enough to level this new house

and my stability isn’t predicated on what I am trying to live with or

ironically without

and

yes I am human and therefore from time to time I may have fleeting doubts

Even this doesn’t define who or what I am inside

Even this does not give you or others the right

Even when I wasn’t doing what is righteous

To claim that what you see is simply an image that hides a lie

When really from time to time a virtual mirage floats by

So as I said before and it bears saying again for the sake of inculcation

Whatever it is you have conjured in your biased mind or tepid imagination

I am not who or what you think me to be

I am not the pages of your textbook psychology

Neither is this the return of your previous lover or man

The am not the sum of my strong sexuality

I will not succumb to your perception of my mentality

Despite your self appointed crown of an armchair Nostradamus

You know nothing of my personal eventuality

and what is more in truth and actuality

You know almost nothing about me

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