Molting Poem by Michelle Claus
Molting
beneath anew, ever new
even though our skin tells time
a wrinkle-clock
an epidermal ream of history
a masque of personality
façade
an odd veneer
suggesting a chronology
reflecting a psychology
we call it “me”
but if repealed, externity
the in revealed, eternity
our skin-appeal
would seem to be
anew
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: psychological
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