As morning peeks
Up window pops
Under liquid screen where night was spent
It says I’ve erred, and by vain intent
The Cursor stops
The heart’s techniques

Then my name can’t be writ’ the more usual way?
“No Spaces Or Other Such Hanky Panky!”
Well, characters were never that special to me,
And I’d just as soon see them take flight and be free
Of unworthy stages so cluttered and cranky.
So, I’ll just change my name.  Surely that is OK?