2006-05-02

miracle

had I wont of a miracle
a wrinkle I could find
tracing the breadth of my finger
a crease

the breadth of my finger
containing all the world within
tickling the back of my heart
to explosion of wonder

singly containing the beauty
of stars, trees, rivers, eyes
a galaxy of hope
inside

a cell unseen, unobserved
taking its place
in a crease
the breadth of my finger

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