i am looking for an identity
a box of things just for me
a this and that for you to see
that i am different – uniquely

and so around the world i seek
into corners and crevices i peek
as a crow does, with my crow beak
proud of my singular. focused technique

and if perchance i take from you
a little something i did pursue
know that your gift – i will imbue
a purpose bright, a purpose true

i am me
and this identity
is new, not stolen from they or he or she
just borrowed and remade
that i might be measured, that i might be weighed
and found to be a gathered golem. a masquerade
in scrubbed lies, now truth arrayed