on the way
to undressing the self
I came upon
a wardrobe of words
all my clothes
were hand-my-downs
from identity’s wants
I accidentally looked
into the mirror of meaning
to sense what remains
nobody was looking back
there was only
“what-had-been-called”s
now namelessly
pouring back and rising
into the flood
I swam
until only current
knew my name fading away
as effort’s spent in signage
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