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The Flesh Hand
Gods breathe everywhere
Fragile leaps across the Earth,
Subtle alterations
Creation's in birth.
Clowns construct, destruct, instruct
Belief in a flawless way,
Behind masks chaos unravels
Glimpsing birth while the dead decay.
Imagine beyond
Sense a future cast,
Seek living greatness
In dream worlds of the past.
Gods lay perfect plans
Inside every flesh hand,
Some accuse
And misunderstand.
poem
by
Darren David Weaver
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