if there were no words

no names
no one to say I exist

if no mirror of water or glass
held the shape of my eyes
if displays both on streets or screens
didn’t tell me who to be

how
would I be?

is a pulse enough?
a body
to be?
do thoughts and words,
drifting without direction,
still matter
if no one measures, labels,
wraps and sells them?

and if, in this nothingverse, no one is watching,
if names, expectations,
voices, glances, recognition
evaporate like cheap perfume

then
when unseen
am I more?