self less

Within flesh
........ I'm self, less mind
modeling what rich bards found
in a book with binds undone
the words of time, less sound

and there
a domain remains

grateful to the dead who claim
knowledge of a hidden clause
is the work of a type, in sane

as for me

myself, unnamed
I move
through the wind
without pause

.
.
" the madness of a pen in guise "