Marks of Existence

In all the years since I was born, I've left no

mark upon this world. In all the years since I was born,

I've left no mark upon this world that could have been left by

no one else, except for my fingerprints. I stain everything that

I touch, but no one sees and no one knows. The world's in

the trough's the works of art left by my fingertips. Who cares to

look at your fingerprints? Who cares to look like your fingerprints?

Who cares to look at your fingerprints on this side of the law?