James Moore Poet Narrative

Oh, I Was Wrong

Life is full of steps and stages
As we learn what it is to be alive.
And every stage is marked
By the recognition that we were wrong
About what it is we now know.

Like a box within a box
Or nesting Russian dolls
Continually we open onto a new world
A new level of understanding.

We talk of insects and crustaceans
Reptiles and amphibians shedding their skin
But we do it too, just more subtly and subjectively,
And as more evolved beings, continuously.

What is it we shed besides old dead skin?
Old dead ideas, outgrown, outlived
Making way for the new
Slowly changing the programmed self 
Into a newer version, gradually adjusting
Our identity
With software updates 
That continually need the bugs worked out.

When does this all end?
Never, Life says
With every new layer of skin.

(9/13/25)

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