incuriosity

a brass paperweight
drops into my stomach
and bears no name;
it may be from a gentle
stirring of the strings
in this song, it may be
a deep regret lodged
in my throat, unsettled
until now, and still
it may be an iceberg
realization I cannot yet
admit to myself.
I seek no titles for
this paperweight
because what is the use
of naming something
when the weight will
remain unchanged
after its identity is placed
upon its head?
tell me,
what is the use?