Naming

Became in the lateness of the older mind,
Sodality that folds over into giving,
What one has to share, the other most lend,
And so we presuppose in our belonging.

It makes you wonder why we perform anchors,
Why our mouth is dry when we try to speak,
When we try so hard to follow through,
When really, achievement increases in the void.

In the spaces of Kapoor's visionary,
And in the likeness of the polarities of the same,
Where ever is the belonging, extrapolates space,
The figment in consciousness, the letters of my name.