The bulk of reinvention is time spent alone in crowds
transcribing inane wonderings
like the long odds of frog-princes ever being found
once transmogrified – there are too many frogs,
too few believing lips…

Reinvention may be a misnomer for this phase
of caffeinated scrawling
without discernable change in behavior or worldview.
Who has coined a term for these acts
of non-transformative, voluntary exile?

Counterpoint:
transformation is often subtler than transmogrification.

Corollary:
self-consciousness is a compounding problem.

Inanity:
what if some frogs are transmogrified princes
who would rather be frogs?
Who could blame our newly amphibious friends?
Who among us is never tempted
to exchange moments of existential crisis
for existential threat?