Identity feels like an illusion,
as does all I've used names for
but love despite it's title
holds all the worth it had previously
only now through trials is it tested
and it's succession furthered
by it's own force
between that, and the mighty roar of storms overhead
there is little room
for me to feel much else
for i am so overwhelmed at the reign of all that is above me
and all that is inside me