A Fancy of Choice
hands meeting other Hands
12 times over
Syncopated, the world in relative anticipation
a Clamoring of life’s Repudiation
Sparkling wonders; Replications from above
Bubbling waters; Tainted doves
Why do we wait for striking hands?
the Fingers that Haunt and Beg us Toil
the Palms that Remind us of untold plans
Do I not have my own?
with these I pave my way
with these, my seeds, I have sown