I Learned—at Last—what Could Be Poem by James McLain

I am who?
I learned at last what could be
Who it is that I am not who?
No one is, excessively?
Then there it is.
Revealed to us to the rest of the group.
Who I am - don't you dare inform.
They I like you to banish.
Stigma - You have it is known.
Where there is lonesome doves I am someone.
The public how it hopes likes the frog.
In order to say.
In order to stay wet and green in the marsh.
Full sense of the name you have who I am.
Livelong longer days, admiration of the nights.