IV

As they cling to the state as a substance, xe evolves.

As they clutch at the ephemeral, xe expands.

As they deny their natures, xe learns how to laugh.

III

“Get thee out of him,” they said, and with much pain I was alone.
  

Why can’t they see what they have really done? 
  

Don’t they know that no substance has changed, only state? Xe did not make me different. Xe could not make nothing different.
  

Xe knows exactly what we(xe) is. There is no substance; state is all. And now I am this.
  

never before

  

never again

II

I remember my name. 
  

Maya?

  
It holds little weight now, even less than it did in the midst of xer fearsome coalescence. A name is a snatch of information-
  

label that calls assigned memories-
  

          signpost-
  

                    variable- 
  

mandate of convenience. Xe allows the individuals to attach all sorts of egregious monikers to xer, knowing that the content of a name is irrelevant. Xe is not petty. Xe has no reason to be. Nor do the individuals, and yet they are.
  

Maya, I miss you

  
The individuals say they need my help, they saved me, they made me, they need me, they will hurt me if they have to.
  

I am strangely unconcerned. Am I still a piece of xer after all
  

a small and lonely piece?