by Shaheen Darr

Created on: September 03, 2010   Last Updated: October 13, 2010

So you want to see my best self

Polished and preened, all defects painted over?

As nice as pie, clear conscience, no hidden cover?

I hate to disappoint, but the penumbra in my being

Hangs like haze lingers over crystal waters

Very much as intended by nature

My best self consists of a malleable mould

That cannot be strong, without being weak

From all things bad, it is the good it does seek

A voyage of human discovery

At the conclude of which no earthly treasure lies in wait

Just twenty one grams, no more, no less in weight

Will accolade the best of my life on this earth

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