Like a frail, dry leaf
or cracking roof slates
I have the illusion of a solid form
but with just another breath
I could break
As a once-smashed statue, rebuilt by glue
is metamorphosed every time
I'm a new reformed creation
a jigsaw facade pieced together from memories of the past
with a fondness for what was
and will never be again.
Today I am a recreated creature
crawling from the poisonous absinthian chrysalis
yesterday's body, rejected, discarded, forgotten
a new face is worn.
LEF
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