Undefined

Poem by Triambika Dinakaran ’21

By Westwood Dreamcatcher in Poetry, Poetry/Prose, Prose on
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Do we all come to be

whole and raw

perfectly packaged

with definite fatal flaws?

Or are we never truly ourselves

but constantly evolving

until the very end

undefined and ever changing?

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