In the heel of my thumb
Are secrets, sorcery, secluded spots
In a unique design:
Mine alone.
What a treasure to own!
My own life, my own living
No other, however ugly or cute,
Can ever contain the same.
My own code,
Thumbing the endlessness of thought.
My dimensional pass,
My imagination.
Fists...Magick
I am myself,
Of all my swirls I am the sum.
And out of my mind and heart
I make ownership,
My own thoughts and feelings.
Imprint my mark upon the world,
Whatever I shall become.


----I claim no ownership to the original poem----

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lanosian, in the year 111 MA.