Among the new names for children today
There's Ruff pronounced like a dog's bark
And Traction if you have a girl
All the things we've named ourselves
And how many names have we had
Eking out our former lives
As if in search of our original
Secret sacred name
For which the others are stand-ins
Hallowed be our names
Especially the ones we didn't like
Don't call me that
My name is fill-in-the-blank
It all depends on the mood of the vowels
As they are surrounded by the consonants
We unconsciously pay attention to
Maybe at a certain stage of growth
We abandon the name our parents
Gave us and just say Self
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