i abstract myself  
i cloak myself with language and  
translucence of form  
insist upon anonymity.  
i introduce myself,  
yet remain un-named  
repelled by my own compulsion to identify  
refusing to be a tidy package shelved  
yet longing for that contained compliance.  
the provinces of imagination are limitless,  
untethered by misshapen materiality: 
either too contrived or too chaotic –  
just north of ease, of grace,  
of what i had in mind.  
 
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
            