Though not a true ID,
Your name ships all senses to
A name that I spell slowly,
A name representing silence and unattendance,
To where a gap between real and unreal resides?
With which a visitor busily matches the key?
With which a cup of tea gets sweetened with its dissolving?
Which settles at the bottom of a cup after its releasing caffein and acidity?
That resembles history?
The story of
I slowly spell
A face flickers
Around this nerve system.
Indeed a name isn’t a true ID. The ID is more than just the given name.