My name is a tool.
An idea
a concept
a label.
It is not me.
My name does not possess me.
It does not permit other to poke
to prod
to worship
nor condemn.
It does not bind me
define me
confine me.
Without it I am unchanged.
I will kneel, my heart upon the scale that measures eternity and the sins of my father will not weigh down upon it.
Then, from lips I cannot see will come a sound no instrument can copy.
A sound that shows our tongues as primitive baubles in sodden in our mouths.
A sound that will shout in the loudest silence every single part of me.
And this will be my name.
As a chorus resounds more sound than I have ever imagined to hear I will know.
This will be my name.