THIS POEM MEANS FOUCAULT

No I’m not the person
who wrote this poem
But I was that person then.
These words were written
On this page by this hand
That mind .That man.
The sentiments expressed held true
For a brief moment in time
But the words engraved upon this page
I can no longer claim as mine
It’s a natural progression
As we mature with age
So The man who this poem was dead
Before this poem was “Saved”

So it means .. FOUCALT

“Ask not who I am but whom I shall become” (Foucalt)