Friday, July 26, 2013

I could not deal but with the cruel hand

I could not deal but with the cruel hand
That ruled me. A feeling of strangeness ran
Down my fingers and between thin strands
Of falling hair when a right-handed woman
Performed actions independent of the plan.
She could not deal with the blessed land
Governed by disease. A willing fate and
Wit oriented the limb and gave commands,
Such as rubbing the eyes, discerning bands
Of light or wiping the face. She couldn't expand
Upon it further, especially with the grand
Sensations coursing through both hands.
For when this mysterious affliction began
It appeared to take on a mind of its own.

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