recreating myself
into another superficiality
to define my being
in your superficial reality
who am I here to impress
yet, now I speak
from a temporal abode
seeking room for release
when platitudes
put to test
your capacity of belief
and forgiveness
and why
why should I worry
myself to death
with skeletons to readdress
while closets
are buried deep
in restless homes
off busy streets
and like high school reunions
society awaits my return
along with familiar caterpillars
to judge what the butterfly has learned
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