on the way

On the way

 

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

now namelessly

pouring back

 

into the flood

I swam

until only current

knew my name     fading

as effort’s done