Tag: Hands

Already In Place

I start to rub my hands together Creating heat and my fingers Wiggle into life as they Grasp tools already in place. For there is no beginning To my bones…. They stretch on through time An endless inner structure To all my creativity Standing…

Hands

  These lines in my Hands, Some say they can read them. Stories like hills speak through them A Dirt Embeds itself in my palms Deep inside the lines, I have rinsed with the coldest Water Over my opened Hand As more lines appear,…

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