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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 22 January 2010

Error encrusts the soul
Like barnacles on a boat too long at sea,
Or stones adding weight to the over-laden
But stones are tossed away,
Barnacles chipped free.
Are these perpetual flaws individuality's source?
Does disfiguration, inertia
Define self?
This is the subtle fashion
That each one is antique in time evolving.
The distortions we become
Are reflected in eternity's mirror
becoming epitaph to the self
Antithesis to
What we might have been.

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