This is the first part of a reflection on inter-being and the nature of self as an impermanent, ever-changing aggregate of historical, natural, social, and psychological factors. Who knows if I will ever finish the piece?
This skeleton–revealed when little else remains
beneath the hollow crown of cracking skull
A hue of paper marred with coffee stains–
…this is no more you than a ship its hull.
Intense….like your poems
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Thank you!
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I really like this piece and I hope you do finish it! I want to read the rest!
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Thank you! Comments like yours inspire me to keep writing:)
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😊
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