Still Not Known
If I could strip awayEvery layer
Disect all things
With a steel magic wand
Would I see what
Others see?
Would anyone see
What is there at all?
When moods change
Like the weather
When freinds come and go
Like the tides
What we remember
May be only
Muscle memory
And not the truth at all
I hurt regularly
I hope regularly
I imagine daily
To keep my muscle memory
I keep my heart beating
I keep my hand outstretched
I never forget how to feel
Even if subconsciously
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To feel is to be alive.