all limbs are (arms)

do your shoulders long

to fold into the arms of your papa

close

strong

the missing figure is somewhere within they say

but how do we get there?

and who's gonna raise us till we find it?

if our hearts beat cold

will they skip there?

i'll draw the family tree

right side up so ancestors rise with me

holding

this new growth lineage carrying

the scars of our fathers

by branching upon them growth beyond them

in the masculine sacred unfurling