How You Move Me
This skin-bound mold
of human,
thisness,
this being
Continues to be shaped,
poured into
by the powers that be.
Being hidebound
can’t contain
the flow of those who
merge to emerge,
to pour out
into the rivers of we.
For those to
reemerge
into remembrance
pliancy of silken thread,
not protections,
the
tensile strength
of the heart.