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We move with inky shoes 
Across desk calendars,
Jogging twice around
Each day’s black square,
Squeezing our bodies
Through cursive reminders,

Dyeing hair to match
Highlighted events,

Stopping only to glance
At the numbered sun
In the left hand corner.

Fingers to pen, ink to page

These are the vital signs,

More than breath and blood,

Handwritten proof of humanity

In a scribbled stage name,

Undulating letters’

Loops and lines

Measure heartbeats

Around the world.