Nindoodem

I am a story of myself...
Of past, present and future,
Carved into a fleshy tree,
An Emblem

This body I fashion daily,
With tattered rags and old flint knives,
Wrought through hot sweat and sparks,
My totem

This mind I change with toil and time,
Sublime and Earthy colours kept,
And the rot accepted as
My burden

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Nindoodem