A name is magical, a spell --
A name converts a verb to noun,
Turns constant change to being -- cell
To truth, it fools you like a crown.
Your name is your illusion you
Are who you were and who you'll be --
When you are not, are never true,
But always changing what we see.
And yet a tiger names a thing
With stripes, sharp teeth and claws, and death
Will follow your dismissal, bring
You down to being without breath.
Becoming turns to being -- worn
Upon its feedback, being's born.