• This line is a mark leading to nowhere.
    This line is of identity.
    This line is entirely me.
    This line is my hopeful placement.
    This line makes me, me and you, you.
    This line can be the same; only for identicals.
    This line is of skin.
    This line can be small, like baby toes.
    This line is a right of passage and a dead man’s song.
    This line can be cut.
    This line is a question of identity.
    This line is existential by nature.
    This line depicts a message written in genetics. This line can point a finger.
    This line is uniquely me.
    This line can’t lie.


    This line is a fingerprint.