PasswordA Poem by TricessimusThe mostly true story of why I can't publish as T.S.Ulmus anymore
I can't remember my password.
But it's absurd that a word should be so divine, a sign that's just mine plus a seven or nine. Can't even remember which email I gave the site. Some line which defines my mind late at night (Followed by @gmail). I fail to see the need to seed my mind with brambles and scrambles of free-for-all scrawls. Can't even recall a password for whatever email they got. I forgot and it's not like some indelible blot or some spot that's seared into my psyche. More likely the hot brand of inscribing missed entirely while I was imbibing with glee or striving to see or express the esoteric with phrases decidedly non-alphanumeric. A security question will freshen my mind "On what street did you meet your first love? Please recall how tall was the fall when she flew like a dove from all that you ever had." Now I'm locked out and sad. It's really me, I swear. Not one who would dare to impair or impede or impress my impulsivity improperly though I concede my proclivity toward impropriety. I'd rather succeed in in addressing my creativity awkwardly. As is my way. Please don't make me pick a new identity.
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