To Artlessness

Drape it a lyric across those lips;
keep it on your fingertips-
my name you say is enough?
Have it clipped to your heart, but know:
I will go.

I will go
where there is no art-
no seas, no shores, no ships.
I will go where the wind is rough
when it whips
life into submission.

I will tow every line you drew
and disrupt this symmetry 
that still tries to contain me-

trap it, if you still want...
my name on a ruled sheet.

I will go where poetry
is artless.