Look See what I hold in my hands Not a full something, yet Until I name it. Until it is named. What I call is will make it real Balancing the name, Carrying the name, Wearing the name, Becoming or disavowing the name, Until, eventually, forgotten, It falls apart from memory. Look What I name it has it's own power Be it meek and mild or strong and fierce The naming carries weight And what I give it now Will last a lifetime And maybe more It will be up to the named. Look Be witty or obtuse Symbolical or Syllable driven Contrived or Biblical New Aged or Traditionalist What is named becomes real The reality is complete The character is yet to be set Where do we go from here?