Polymorphous identities grind against
haltering, altering, faltering minds.
Mountains in the sea some say,
pushed up from a common bed.
Our outward faces are the peaks
from which we sculpt ourselves
And on those peaks we stand
assured of our uniqueness
Held fast by that common bed
living disparate lives.
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