identity

The knobs turned and twisted

I don’t remember it

Can’t recall if it happened

The knobs turned and twisted

It’s like an etch-a-sketch

Seemingly unlocked

But the sketch erased, as it is never solid

Am ephemeral doodle here and there

At some point, it surely must turn to stone

An epitaph of something that once was

I welcome your thoughts

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