I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was…
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
— Stanley Kunitz from poem The Layers