my hands have changed. i don't know how or why, but my hands have changed. it's not the skin alone, nor the nails or the creases or the cool ceramic touch. it's the way the skin stretches around my fingers, the way it sucks at the very life inside my bones.
it's the way the hands move in and out of light, glowing like pale leather gloves. it's the way they turn, fingers dipped in sunlight, honey-dewed tips quivering with the sensations that precede every touch of every inanimate thing.
my god,
what a strange state.
have i ascended you?