Another layer of self comes with time
I feel it slide over my skull
The layer glides down my neck, past my waist
My new layer of self joins the rest at my ankles

These layers come with no forewarning
They either slow my stride or spring my step
Some layers propel me to the stratosphere
Other layers drag me down to the depths

These layers of self are who I am
They come with time, they follow each event
I get no say, my consent is forfeit
I am a human borne of self-slices

A spectacle to pity and behold in awe