We are encrypted likenesses of reality
born out of trust between blankness and fingertips
when knowledge leads and potential follows
folding and rolling and bending.
Intricate patterns, cumbersome schemes are woven into our souls.
Tension within us aches for release.
Let’s confide ourselves into each other’s hands,
fiddle and examine, unfold, unwrap, unroll
ignore the cobweb of weals and interstates of wrinkles.
Scarred and battered we contain our initial
beauty of unsaid, of yet to come, we are smooth blankness
with planets and universes within.