….

There is a keenness

which settles to mind

when I am thought

of some other kind.

 

At such times,

I count myself free,

the freedom which comes

from anonymity.

 

I am not what

I’m thought that I am –

No one knows

the simple man.

 

….

There are but few

who know me but some,

who bring into light

what I have not known:

 

The things I keep

in deep self-denial.

On self-reflect,

they do make me smile.

 

I am but one of,

the simple men,

whom I, myself,

I don’t understand.

 

….

A Freedom “from”

and the Freedom “to,”

both require

another, “you.”

 

Freedom which comes

from Identity,

Ah!

that is the Fiction

of congruency.

….

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

11 August 2013