Warm and capable hand, how cast Against yourself in this crimping cramp, Folded under, knuckle and finger; Fist-forced to fight all foldings. 5 Spider on a mirror how you pray, Self-reference in sinew and deity; Age creaks the joints dull youth made mighty, Steadfastly tossing treasure to trash. Hand beyond starlight still remote, 10 Flick from cyclops Time the mote Torn down from history and hope to this: A present absence less final than If.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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