Invisible Hand

The first invisible hand I saw, was the hand that appeared in the banquet hall of the Babylonian palace, inscribing letters on the wall, with its fingertip, the letters, written by the invisible visible hand, on the wall may be an astonishing revelation, the inscription on the wall is not as impressive as the visible invisible hands stretching desperately on the canvas in ‘Guernica’. By the time I learned of the existence of an invisible hand, it’s an embarrassing situation but the invisible hand disappeared from our surroundings, already; a crow flew away to the place unknown carrying my poor soul. Presently, however, every hand has its own color and goes loose in the marketplace the clean white hands called holy dipped and pulled out from holy water; the bluish hands dyed from bruised people treated cruelly; the dictator’s red hands stained from the blood of innocent people; other hands, messy hands stained from oil spouting from the well; the bright gold hands of the man who found a vein of gold. Nonetheless, there still is, the invisible hand, out there, this hand occasionally fumbles into my breast, pulls my heart out and tattoos an unsightly tattoo which can’t be removed or cut out and when becomes bored of tattooing my heart, the hand squeezes into the brain, connects and disconnects the delicate linkage of my thoughts and beclouds my judgment it’s really annoying, but what can I do? since it’s an invisible hand. That’s the devil’s hand a dog plays with, the dog tosses, chases and chews it in his mouth.