The Shedding of
Skins
And what of the future
And a life that differs from the past?
To cast off the old restriction
And peel away the papery epidermis
A mere shadow of what once was
And things that went before
The thin constriction of many years
An outgrown palimpsest
A dry and crispy cracking
Of empty outer skin
The rough leavings
And abandoned bindings
Simple and superfluous
That can be left behind
Without a single thought
And to emerge renewed
Supple and slippery
Glistening smooth
A new creature escaping
Now bright-featured in appearance
But far more changed within
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