A thread of fingers
A cobweb of the hands,
A poem of the fingers:
To raise a sacred talk
They have to salve the symbols.
She guides her hands by crossing,
He stretches them by tossing...
Unspaceful time, unpacked illusions,
Expelled from meta rhythm, trapped in confusion.
A cobweb of the hands,
An epic thread of fingers:
To still the winds of talks,
They have to grasp the symbols.
@Roksolana Zigon
13/12/2015
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