Password Poem by saranyan bee

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!