a mark and the print

Your print is taken
But a mark
That is yours for the making


Your print is taken
At birth to witness where you were made in

Your print is forsaken
But a mark is yours in the waking


Your print is blatant
But a mark is made only in the adjacent

Your print is not yours after a while
Handed through systems
Passed around from one frame
to the next


Your print is taken out like the trash
Something a mark has no play in


A print is a sky on a gloomy night
While your mark is that one star that twinkles to its own delight.


Your mark and print may intertwine
But make no mistake
One will outwit the other

In the silence of the night.