veins
stand out
in my hands
making skin
a stained glass window
veins
connective metal’s
holding sand
pressured into clay
the alchemy of materials
time and heat
light
color and beauty
shine in
i seek
hiding scars
stories which decorate
my skin
cracks and tears
time has worn in
all history
pain and love
set me free
contained within
the fire
of a neuron
the composition
of a cell
sources below
singing well
springs of intuition
tinged with recognition
of something
familiar...
deja-vu?
if i can
remember,
then why,
a lack? why,
can’t you?
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