Bony wrists and
knotted joints
pose flowered cups
and spread still capillaries
into the sky
and into the earth
inhaling water
and breathing out air
the same we breathe in
and breathing in
the same air we breathe out
although we still
dance around the earth
on mobile feet
and grow flowers of our own
in our minds
and hold life
in all our fingers
intertwining ourselves
with the sky
from afar
and thinking
always thinking
what would life be
if we were different?
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