The hands so precise
Performing delicate coronary surgery
So worthy of me
Not fumbling, numb, dulled by mind
But a sense from within, deep under
A sense of another kind
We are embodied divine
This I am shown sometimes
Born of need, grown in one night
Perfect, like Lituolone
Coarse, cracking husk, tender flesh
Skin alert, catching, breathing, catch breath
A firm grasp, a tight vice, a still mind
In primal rhythm, it’s a dance of another kind
We are embodied divine . . .
Will you believe I’m bigger than just me?
Do your eyes want to see? This is what I need
Like laughter, instinct belongs to the body
And one must move or one will freeze
The soul requires warmth, simply
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