I am a password
in the confines
of geometric shape,
as deceptive
as the flash
in the sky,
my soul orbits
with no fins
of purpose,
whom to shield and whom not,
a stubborn animal
in the gateway,
measured in measure
by the complexity
of the enviable state;
I am the malevolent symbol
you see on the barren dune
in a desert storm,
the obscure jerk
lying on a musty smelling leather couch
kicking legs in the air,
the tingle of camel bell
when the large beasts
stomp their feet,
I am the inconsequential enigma
in the tombstone
of abstraction,
my life is incognito,
in death, incognito,
I am the password!
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