Shapes of Name

I was just a shape.
I had no name.
This made me want to touch everything.
Because I was looking for my own name.

One day, as I touched this and that in my usual way, I felt something brush my fingertips. It was a sound.

The sound echoed through a space and grew into an array of voices.

While I listened to the voices, I lost my shape as we blended into one. We became a new one. So we gave ourselves a new name, even though we were unnameable essentially.

“New Name” hasn’t known its own shape yet. In order to know it, “New Name” will take a step toward a sound nobody listens to.