Today during our Monthly Meeting at my JOB I wrote a poem

I stretch and contract
the trails etched in my hands
the paths along my face
sloping, peaking, curving, bumping
dappled, dimpled
cave, crevice, fold, crease
cracking, crunching
erupting.
I am a Map of the World.

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