Dead names with living faces,
        histories behind both
partial or unknown.

If you want to know me,
      let me speak,
If you let me speak,
      there might be silence.
                                                      Be­cause
we both know the dangers of familiarity;
inconsistencies with life and desire;
we both think [we know],
yet do so little.

To speak of I:
to recount,
            my actions,
strained decency                            and flaws.
To form a congruous picture of self...

I find ridiculous.

Let me swing between these lines and labels and lean on whatever may bear my weight.

I will leave you to decide who I am.

Whilst I will my chariot
to keep to who I am.