ProofSometimes I sleep with my hand on my heart,Proof3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Often I'll rest with my thumb on my wrist.
With eyes fixed hollow and still in the dark,
I feel the fact that I exist.
The tireless rhythm of being alive
Echoes on my hand and thumb.
A single touch, to which I derive
This sense and fact, yet still I'm numb.
The persistent pulse of blood so steady
Is soothing in its resonance.
And while what this proves, I know already,
It's nice to have some evidence.