On Learning All I Know is Wrong

I worship it turns out
What I created
To learn who I am I guess

And continue to resist
What made me
So the lesson persists

And how I feel about it
— All I am — is canceled
In the languaging

A clear path of
Unerring error
Lies ahead

The most exciting
Thing I know
That all else pales against

To be lost and wrong
Confused and alone
Forced to be sane

The fragments
In the mind always
Almost solved