WITHOUT A TITLE

Alone,
this mountainous expanse
frozen before me--
a blank slate as it were.

In this I am moment
neither male nor female,
nor anything in between.

Glacial white--
infinite impossibility--
tarn reflecting naught
but what has come to be,
and therefore has no being.

This purple cloak--
is it a sign of royalty?
This wide-brimmed hat,
far-flung as the ring of Saturn,
or the whole galaxy--
has it not the circumference
of what I have released
into the Void?