Such Bafflement

Liberated into myself I cast
aside the beloved shackles of used
former forms in which once I sheltered,
frames which I took/mistook for intrinsic

what to make of the cast off, surely not
nothing, for such would be enormity 
of inward ingratitude, for what is now
is also meant to pass and what comes then?

perpetually I appear/disappear
into myself and try to extend both
generous welcome, generous farewell
to what comes of me and what goes from me

I'm an exercise in such bafflement
as also keeps happening to be me.