Stand and unfold yourself.
Arm over arm, leg under leg
Like a bit of human origami.
The cold of the world
Has creased the edges.
I am triangle fold
Square fold
Bend bend bend
until I am another shape entirely
unrecognizable to those that knew me long ago.
Even if I do unfold myself
even if I reveal
what is tucked between the flaps of paper
what has been bent into diamonds
curved into arches
If I stand, tall – each corner to corner
The lines of my bending will remain.
I am scarred with my adaptations
Fold me into something new
And you will see the ghost of the version,
Each evolution exposing the shapes before.
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The Hamlet Project 
that’s really nice.