Between my birth year and now i've collected pebbles/ one for each fault-line revealed on my body/ scribbling on uneven boulders/ mapping a thousand underscores/ to deliquesce in the tributaries/ of uncharted waters/ a rune being carved/ all along the infinite fissures of time-lag/ where i've wandered forgotten/ until the furrows/ on my skin deepened enough/ to hold/ the presence of such smooth formations/ of life/ my hands wade/ through the duckweeds/ reaching for/ these tiny pebbles of learnings.