The Fold
I enter the writhing mass. All limbs.
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Elbows, shoulders, ankles. Tangling. Folding over one another.
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The parts melting into one another. Where do I end? Where do they all begin? What parts are mine?
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I am lost in that sea of limbs. I am part of it. I am folded. Bones bend and blend.
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I smear. I am lost.
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Am I part of someone else?
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Am I lost? My pieces are here. Scattered and disappearing like ash into sand.
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Like paint swirling into brown.
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Like a rainbow layering into white.
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The warmth draws me back together. Slowly.
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I'm cradled.....
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reassembled by so many skilled hands.
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I was never incomplete?
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Were you?
