Strands and Veins
Coursing liquid courage
Pulse beating without words
Head pounding out lyrics
Hands drew pictures
No one ever saw.
They lay in shallow graves,
Made of notebook paper,
Thrown in drawers.
Strands and Veins
Relaying your ideas,
The genius of a few remarks,
And the tragedy of connecting the dots.
The ivory of my skin
mirroring the blue veins inside,
Like a missing river,
Found under my skin.
I found my strands and veins.
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