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I just try to watch mine––

As they stumble through air,  

as they mistake distance 

and place weight where they shouldn’t, 

let them explore architecture, space 

and reflect the clatter of my teeth in the cold quakes 

or watch them as they fill with blood and heat, 

how rage escapes

in time to form two fists… 

Then just how easy it all subsides. 

So easy. 

These hands do the things I wish I could too. 

"How remarkable you are!" I tell them, quietly. 

"How you, unlike all of it, 

unlike time 

or the trodden path of humankind 

or the curve behind 

or even the infrastructure of my mind, 

how you change."