The lifeline inside my palm
I turn my hand and stare at my palm
I see the lines that foretell of a time of no harm
I cusp-hug my hand and trace-embrace my lifeline
and all of a sudden, and all at once, I cannot but wonder ...
how to know how far I have come?
when will I reach the criss-cross of time?
where will my spirit start to depart?
who will be inside my heart?
what will be said about the way I played my part?
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