Subject to Change

don't hold me
to my words
my form
my desires
my dreams
my name
my skins
my masks,
and your memories
of everything
you thought was me.

for they are not me;
they are portals
through which I fall
into those dark
inner chambers
where everything
I touch, feel, see and hear
is subject to change,
breaking all laws
of space and time
and well-worn ways
of feeling, being
or doing things.

don't hold me
to myself;
walk with me,
let me go,
and watch me
become
my own person,
an uncarved block,
always
subject to change.