The Djao'Mor'Terra Collective (fayanora) wrote,
The Djao'Mor'Terra Collective

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"Do I Exist?"

"Do I Exist?"
By = Tristan A. Arts

The old dies and the new is born in its place.
Your body replaces all its cells every 7 years;
From your bones to the skin on your face.

Every atom you had when you were born
Has gone and been replaced;
None remain within your form.

Every moment adds to the last.
We are traeki, each moment a new ring;
The present added to our past.

We think so many things
That we don't even believe;
We are not our "rings."

Memory is imperfect, flawed.
Half the things you remember are wrong;
Soul is as hard to prove as God.

If we are not our flesh,
And we are not our thoughts,
What are we?
Tags: angst, poems, things i've written
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