Another Number

I wake every morning a different person,
and close my eye each night the same man,
dreaming of a new way to reach that stasis,
even as I change before the eyes of the world,
fleeing from the molds and minds, freeing
my soul daily from mutual slavery, everyone
bound to another, under another, over
another. Master and slave at once, every day
a different number, a different glare,
an enchanting smile. Even if I buy the promises
of your lifestyle you will not let me sleep
as I should. So I change, in my dreams,
something you cannot brand, simplify or steal,
and I awake each day, with a new identity.

written 3-17-08