Spider Veins

There are constellations on my leg
veins nearly beached
below skin’s surface
that look like pocketed thread

They are facilities
for currents and tides
that got leveed,
tangential to circulation

Warm hands and fine needles
carve fissures into skin
Diluting emotion with pins,
acupuncture makes me feel carbonated

Does stagnant blood flow again
or is that current something else?
Allowing for ambivalence
is to not persecute innocence

We may forget which waves we swallowed
Energy that can’t be destroyed
becomes transmuted by the body
But all tides belong to the ocean

How many reserves remain
inaccessible to intervention
And with better circulation
could I be a better vessel?