Testing

Here I have a hand
with so many scars,
it would take so many hours
to work out the journey we’ve had
to this point. What happens now
is up for grabs.
And with both hands, grisp,
grasp and clasp, maybe collapse,
to get the thing that seems so
insanely important at this specific moment
of my being.
I clash with everything
until it is in my salty palm,
only to instantly drop and start
reaching up again.

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