n. the act of restructuring one's identity
You write this ode for the breathing books, the name-namers, the creators of creative delusion.
If you feel that you are boastful, remember this:
Word for word, you drift through outer and inner spaces
world for world, you strive to understand books-in-themselves
On midnight strolls, wandering a shrouded chypre forest, you might wonder
what kind of book are you?
Your mind tickles, you trip over yourself, branches fall on your head, yet you press forward and flap your wings
carving borrowed dreams with your feathers in template paper from template wood from template trees
Soar the frolicking winds, smile at your incognizant pages
you hear it scream from your root endings, “The unrealized is within your fingertips!”
Rearrange your peculiar patterns, regurgitate the mulch residuals
provoke the fowl and indulge in the knowledge that the unknowable is you!
Boast your heartwood and sing, being is not a sin
your worth precedes essence, destruction is your birthright!
You are a companion piece to the entire cosmos
darling, you are a delight