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    • Mar 29
    • 1 min read

What do my hands say?

March 29th 2023

I am a twitcher,

An itchy, twitchy,

wriggling, giggling

Twitcher.


I am also a Squirmer,

A toe tapping,

Thigh slapping,

Finger tapping,

Squiggly Squirmer.


My stories meander

along the long road,

The back and forth path,

A squirrel leaping in spring tree,

The all and nothing,

Mycelial, manic, magic.


I zone in and out of sounds,

Furiously pulled into the present,

A cacophony of clashing chords.

Am.i present you wonder?

What do my hands say?


Originally written 29th September 2021


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