A Poem by アキスーテ (Akisute)

I am an amoeba.
Shapeless but not unshapen.
Defined but transforming.
Classified but only arbitrarily.
Known but not understood.
False steps made in the footsteps of others, but do I not want this?
Changing to suit new situations, but through instinct
or growing into oneself.
Finalizing a shape, that does not yet exist.

© 2013 アキスーテ (Akisute)

Author's Note

アキスーテ (Akisute)
Sorry for another personal piece, I often feel narcissistic when I write about myself but I've been having a bit of an identity crisis lately. So if you would, please forgive me for such self centered works.

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Added on October 1, 2013
Last Updated on October 1, 2013


アキスーテ (Akisute)
アキスーテ (Akisute)

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