Poem: Always Wrong

Always Wrong

It is clear
there is a rule
they follow

that defines
what my actions
must mean,

an axiom
to be sated
in all cases:

a meaning
that exists
before all else,

that is ascribed
a priori, is present
alone, before I enter.

It is there,
defines the meaning
of any gesture

before it is made,
defines me
in their minds.

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