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These hands of mine:

Weapons of defense

Tools of creation

Extensions of emotion

Beacons of pain.


In the middle of the night

I go walking out of sleep.

From the mountains of pain

Through the valley of loss

Through the jungle of Chance

Through the desert of hope

Toward a river so deep.

I know I’ve been looking for something

Something to complete my soul.

(Do you know this song? It’s by Billy Joel!?)

Something I never had

Something I can’t get alone.

Something I can’t define

But can attempt to describe.

It can only be held

With a hand lacking grasp

In a hand outside myself

With a heart beside my own.

And now I wade in the river

On my way to the ocean.

My hands are still warm

Remembering those I held.

They had a mountain of pain

And a valley of loss.

They had a jungle of chance

And desert of hope.

I remember them all

As the river gets deeper

As the ocean comes nearer

As I smile at the moon

With her guiding light

In the middle of the night.


Homemade pizza on our plates

Much on our minds

Little spoken.
The meal was a treat.

The night was a waste.


I tire of false friends

Instead I walk alone

Cool moonlight.


Whirlwind trip south
Roots pushed deeper
But now–a fever.


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