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You could not appreciate nor understand, nor can I, the nature of identity as it is known in the overall. What we know of identity represents fragments and splinters that we call ourselves. These are part however of the prime identity. The splinters are possessed of individuality, and such units will never be dissolved.
If there are angry winter roots / within my many seasons /
a wildness untempered / by reason’s ways— /
a force, weirder and / more elemental than /
autumns demented fervor / (raging yet glorious, orange and /
green leaves splintered, / falling everywhere) /
then, so there is.