Transform as a yes, not a goal

I am looking over my shoulder
at my oeuvre-littered clichés
at my reversals and cynicisms
at my quit quit quitting
my repetitions squirm

when I submit to judgment
I would rather go no contest
goatless
no reads or writes up

as absolute values
freeze absolutely
like the prism powered plant
kaleid not for scope
for seasons

fourfold reasons
not to best or favor
a mere mountain among many
unmeasured.