Shining threads

Shining threads

Thursday, 30 April 2015


Hands hold the spread of cards.
Shards from the infinite pack.

Hands pack factory boxes,
locked into a 12-hour shift.

Hands fidgety reveal a shifty mind.
Find an alibi plucked from the clouds.

Hands grip knife to cut the meat.
A meeting of steel with flesh.

Taking a beating this time again.
Hands run lines over bare-back mountain.

Fountain streams make dreams come true.

Hands are my robot extension,
expressing tension.

Hands up.

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