all of a sudden
I saw my hands were old.
they’d aged three decades in as many months
i know how much a ferryman should cost.
(enough to know how much, he still expected…
lots)
a universe of starry skin cells
all interconnected
time stretched out like a stranger …
all of a sudden
my soul felt cold.
I’d forgotten that I had a soul.
They told me such was not
my right to stretch and hold
my hands lacked lines once, for a while
the body underneath them
honey over polished stone
time stopped!
…all a sudden
and it was as if your arms
were made of gold.
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ps. THIS is a good old entry and another fitting poem for now. 
