Wild Hands
W hile the hands move about in front of me
I see them wondering near sincerely
L anding their palms right on my pounding head
D riving with a power, mighty it’s said
H ow much I want them on me, greatly placed
A nother realm of understanding faced
N ever do they reach my skull, I’m so lost
D ays and nights confuse me, in show I’m tossed
S hower me with those hands let me be free
! A great massive display of what can be
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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