onymous

People know my name!
It's horrible!

It's like a weird angle of named light 
got caught with a face like an angel or 
ape, or dog depending. I'm growing
or shrinking in mind of everyone

who knows that word 

my own true name, 

and so has power over me 
between their ears.

When we meet I see
the horror 
or delight,
according to what they've

done to me
inside themselves
in the interim. 

I am become a multidimensional being
because of this. I chase myself

From mind to mind transforming, 
and the one whose mind I run 
through (nude? Swimsuit? Formal
wear? Casual dress? Depends how
they know me best) I can't name, 
don't know 

except 

by those flashes of how they 
see me. Which I can't see 

'cause I'm the one running 

and there are no convenient mirrors 
typically hung in another's mind
for you to regard yourself by
glancing glimpse 

(is that the expression 
I have, to them?) 

while you run through it