Somewhere I lost myself along the way
I thought I knew my hand...
And now I don’t
My foot a strange
Random appendage
Moving on its own
Appointed path
Passing the mirror I
Catch a stranger’s glance
And look away
Have I shed memory
Habits, inhibitions
Trimmed the edges of
Identity
Whittled down to my essential self
Or am I morphing,
Unhurried transformation to
An unfamiliar form?
And, (v. important please), if the latter
Is it an improvement on my former state?
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