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Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)


within my frame
there is a tracing
of a pattern and
an outline
which was once
my old self

if I glance inward
and concentrate
I begin to recognize
old vestiges
of all the former versions of me

does anyone see All
when they look into my violet eyes
and then do they accept
my entirety
my panoramic view?

what do I do
when I meditate
on the whole

should I dissect out that
which I don't want others
to know?
do I patch up the ragged parts
fill in the lost days
to make of myself
a better whole?
the better show?

what is it
to be entire
and yet
know in my own tapestry
there are many frayed
and showing holes?

and why is it
that so many make it
their goal
to self-improvementize you

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