Who are you when you are
stripped of your
relationships
appearance habits
sports and hobbies
tricks
hits and
unpredictable blinks of the eye
dye your hair
it won't last

who are you
still
if every fast move you make
only ends
in vast
nothingness

who are you
when
everything comes to
a standstill
when every
single
story
you have told yourself and they have told
you comes to be unraveled and
dissolves

who are you
still
when everything you have known for
decades and longer
every pattern
every language
every person
every past and future tale and
fairytale
becomes
a fairytale at last and

who are you when
the vast
high waves
crush over your head and soak
you fully
through the bones
and

who are you

when the waters have
calmed down and
you perceive

the space