human being
you
burning
words
into the palms of my hands
wrinkles and lines
to my finger tips
printing
comedies trajedies
of societies
with my
thumb
or was it
with my eye
or a pen
D, all the above
mark the full circle
on paper
from trees, a forest
of worms and leaves
now-- as paper
of words and needs
burn burn burn
flame of truth wrinkle my palms
beam truth from my eyes
speak truth from my words
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