When I am lying on my back
Buoyant and floating
Enjoying the sun
I can contemplate
The disparate pairs of
Velvet hands winking
fragrant hands fretting
bejeweled hands beguiling
The greasy hands embalming
The moist hands nurturing
The varicose hands prognosticating

When I am splattering, floundering
Struggling against the deep
The hands I grab
Would be the unthinking
The Instinctive


For would I thinking
Refuse as
unsafe
Unoffered
Unexteneded
Ineffectual
untruth
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