Hold your face in your hand, what do you see?
Years bonded into your serenic seal.
Time measured, accented, progressive feel.
Hold time in your hand and what do you see?
Centuries convulse infinitesimally zeal
The parable of the prodigal son.
Hold life in your hand and what do you see?
Each action demands irreverent actuality.
The turn of the screw, the difference between one or two.
We hold love in the palms of hands, who are we?
Thousands of miles or inches apart. What do we feel?
Serenity seal, infinitesimal zeal, irreverent actuality.
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