and I smile/grimace, for lack of a proper witty, worthy, weirdly perfect pithy reply
which is why I offer you a free option, call me by my other name, a What~You~Will, your preference is my desire, it is within your hidden possesions!
your chosen attribute?choice, now mine,
multi-faceted multi faced, every name has its own unique poet hissing hiding inside, wary of confessing he's/she's a sinner, ask, and you shall be both deceived, and well received,
for we live in a thousand of words, all disordered and when you inquire, then they be re~sorted into new combinations and for you, when you call me, you may call by that name
that name, of the poem that will be given and taken expressly for and from you, it is the only way my teachers taught me to take, in order yo give you back your uniquness …