The circumpherence, at last, of a posed self,
a muscular montage of bends and dips and
reaching limbs, and the trunk solid and terse;

to stand askance before this framed mirror
and eschew the fullest of light and shame
in favor of paid circumstance and pump.

All the searching in an atlas of inference,
what image of me, what others would think,
what fall out from the body-building glee
that grains against the lasting sphere,
the stinging ask-me-not what I have done,
has come close to a temporary definition;

Someone said a secret ID lost was found
and surfaced to be counted maybe clothed:
I in spect in stead the weights and measures,
names who cannot bind me halt, at last, the gap.