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My Hands are Light Blue

Silent gesture of unbeing: Silk slip slips, Upslips, unslips up. Cold elbow outcrooked In gesture silent unbent Unto ungesture Untowards unseeing.

Calm blue hands Grope towards a silent unmade gesture, Which palmed unpalmed Might be held awhile Between two blue – Until unblue, unheld. Gesture unmade Towards a silent Unmeant unmeaning.

Cold little mouth Still opens and closes At the heart of all of this. Mouth unmouthed, Unopened, unspoken, And would it even unburden me If it was.


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