we gather each self and drag them along;
each step begetting the next.

some scratch, claw and holler, but no matter
we drag them along as warmth.

shedding just enough self for the next,
but never leaving the sheath.

arriving at each sign-post we lean, sigh.
resting for the further days.

life's lid closes, tears launch, spill;
and all selves are buried.

10/22/2007

Posted on 10/22/2007
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