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we all vibrate.
our hearts, veins, neurons—
molecules of heat.
there are profound pulses
palpating in us— we can never
truly be still.
can anything?
Scratching
Clawing frantically
Wildly raking with my fingers,
Trying to hold on
To something you can't see
Or taste or touch
But feel
Deep within you
When you finally find home
