On A State Of Namelessness..

he asks me to utter
his name
a la Rumpelstiltskin

for after all
it is his thinking that a name
counts

that a name solves a
problem
and that dropping names
sometimes
creates the
ripples as some people
shiver and
give in

i wonder
why God did not give his name
and address to
anyone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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