These grooves on our hands and how they know exactly how to find their grip on each other. Lost highways on the little universe they call home and how they fool us with fables of fate and destiny. Like carefree cobwebs in some forgotten corner, these have aged with us every moment and slowly shifted routes with time. I've seen them blush on your touch and smile as they bend to take you in.
How cleverly have they expanded and extended and intersected each other leaving trails of exposure.
Watch these lines as they carve in fates and root deeper into the palms that have housed them and all the weight they claim to carry.
All the different ways they tangle up to form alphabets of you.
How cleverly have they expanded and extended and intersected each other leaving trails of exposure.
Watch these lines as they carve in fates and root deeper into the palms that have housed them and all the weight they claim to carry.
All the different ways they tangle up to form alphabets of you.
No comments:
Post a Comment