Shaping Hands Out of Nothing

Cups, wings waves in the flow of swimming fingers, seen as a thought, not a concrete thing, but a movement shaped out of nothing. Mention the hands, make them speak, dance, make love to other hands hands not yours – not, not yours. Only thinking creates them, makes them pour water from oceanic cups, fly beyond the body, swim in bright rivers where the swimmers are tears. Give them eyes to see in the dark, hold them up over your blindness, let them free to discover your body for the first time - with no past time, let them open in prayer as only a thought in a moving hand can do.