Bureaucracy has forced me into shame:
sign this, print that, do not forget, submit
by hand, by mail, by god, by law, by writ:
I give up, I give in, I withdraw my formal name
from consideration of acceptance.
Let me stick to the shadows of a life
illicit and unforged by paper strife
where whims of breath inspire true contingence.

Evaluate by dint of the connection
between life and life and soul and heart and mind
and dream, against the current of red tape
shaped as reams of white paper confection
which, notarized by custom, are deadlined.

In view of all, the choice must be escape.