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How did I get to be me?
Where do I sit among ‘We’?
Where do we stretch?
For I’d like to fetch?
From the roots of my ancestor’s tree
How long must it take to reveal?
What so many years can conceal
All the living that passed
By coincidence cast
By the spin of my lineage wheel
As I delve down the alleyways gone
Visiting stones laid upon
Is it likely I’ll see?
Early versions of me
Or a light that was never outshone
In perusing the records of past lives I believe one is looking for clues to the self. However one soon discovers that there are so many differences in previous lives as to hide the real map of there and then.
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