Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Can an Echo Have Any Idea?

As notions clinging to our names,
Who can only hang on as names
In hopes that someone remembers
The notions that went with those names,

We are drawn to the cries of names
Like Cheswayo Mphanza’s names
That call out, Who knows, maybe I
Myself am called / something other

Than myself / not so much a name,
But the result of a name. Call
Our names. We are not sure ourselves.
Are we our names, or their results?

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