Sleeper's Anagram
By Jonathan Berman

When beliefs are founded on a lie
In a desperate validation of the self
I will not haunt your soft defenses
We all keep tchotchkes on the shelf


I will not break your dusted dogmas
Your ideologies and dramas
Taint your forms, or insult your norms
Your training wheels that become malformed


I will be the sun that gathers shade
So you can sleep in the bed you've made

I will love and protect the small and delicate
For I too was once a silent dialect