Hunting Ness

 I see myself diversity,

A changing half-rhymed tune,

But---

It's beyond the glass I want to see

The author of mental runes,

The poet, the love, the pest,

The ting that makes me me.

It shields with pride

And parries with jest;

And dodges 'hind plastic roles--

It's hard to hunt

In this attic mess,

But someday I'll capture

My elusive self-ness.