lines, i was born with
on the inside of palms
holding my fears and joy
where eyes still not open
prayed in a dark folded world
where ears heard not a word
sensed the same beat of blood
where mind set not the feet
clasped a universe on its arm
lines, i still live with
on the inside of palms
holding no more, my fears and joy
praying no more, in an open world
sensing no more, those beats of blood
clasping no more, the universe on my arm
lines, i would leave with
on the inside of palms
back in dark folds of warmth
hold nothing but my fears and joy
pray, curved back into my kneeling
sense, nothing but those beats of blood
clasping a universe again on my onward journey
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