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.