Name

It's been called many things
Throughout history
By those sensitive to it
Yet unable to detect it's origin
Usually the names of men
Because of it's voracious nature
But it has no gender
And in truth
Has no identity either
Still i find myself also seeking a term
Or something to describe it
Alas i am only human
That fact amuses it
And in fact
Everything amuses it
To varying degrees
It lays in hiding it breaths
crawls flies zooms
Wants nothing in everything
This i know at least
And it finds no dishonor in that
That word is foreign to it
As are so many others
It plays games
And it's used to winning
Because it makes up the rules
And changes them constantly
It's all alone
So it places large bets on your table
Designed to appear insignificant
Interesting even
So that you will take them
Thinking that you can gain something
Wisdom
That's when it plays you
And smirks at your ignorance
But it's an endless game it gets boring
It needs still higher stakes
Always on the prowl
No worries you still entertain it
In that way you have a purpose
To it
But it searches for someone
With equal capacity for evil and good
That rare half breed
Who understands it but avoids it
In an attempt to choose goodness
And finding that someone
Entices taunts throws hints
To extract a definition
Hidden within a name
And that someone writes it down
Thinking they're getting close
To identifying it's true nature
And a name will procure it
And that it needs sharing
With other half breeds
Like a disease
And it writes through that person
Unbeknownst
A name
Trickster