I have died a thousand times before today.
Meaning that I awake every so often to find myself changed and,
Utterly different than before, a metaphysically distinct being.

Through memories but mostly through artifacts, I
Keep encountering who I was and though I know that person I,
Can so easily see his flaws and vanities.

I read the me of a dozen years ago and chide myself for being so overstated and
not really knowing the true meanings of the words I was using at the time.

Tomorrow, what will I find objectionable, embarrassing, or just laughable about today's me?
Perhaps this self-conscious introspection, given so earnestly.

I dunno, maybe this is another artifact of consciousness, or a
Product of wisdom, painfully gained.

I'm sure that I like myself much more than before, and feel more comfortable
With just about everything.  The highs and lows are not so distinct, not so heart-pounding,
Though surprisingly, so much more is at stake.

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