My throat retches with your bile : but shortly
In your presence I will become death
As if ignored : as if they could never see.
And daemon what is your name ?
I know : ’tis “you must disappear
You should have never been here
Nor existed let alone claimed fame.”
Till now I named you incoherently
“Imposter is me, eyes that cannot see,
Ignorance and stupidity all that is me.”
Meaning my efforts to send you away failed inevitably
For now I name you and send you away true
I know now my very presence refuted you.
And for you, better that you never
Existed now, then and forever.
I don’t need to prove I was meant to exist anymore.
Andrew James Whalan 