One's knees may never return.
The body takes back a screaming ball of blood (another story absorbed),
the body shrinks or expands (finding selves in new sorts of surfaces),
the body might grow new muscles (a world of women locked out of time),
the forearms may have something going for them (in what bone does work begin)
the face retracts a few strange spots (what will old be when I am dead and gone)
but the knees may never return.
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