The self

The shade of your existence.

The combed edge.

The shattered, broken bits.

The crumpled refuse.

The hanging shard,

so pliable,

so vulnerable,

so easily manipulated.

Scattered traces of a selfish imprint.

The flexible, fiending limbs.

A part removed.

A sacrificial failure.

A tinge of evolved awareness.

The bareness seeking immortality.

A corrupt conception of the self.

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