Mind Jots

Eclipsed moods’

Sun has limped

Home finally

 

HANDS

 

Speak a mean

Language, know

What I mean

 

Let me always lift

Them~ to bless, give

Face down

 

Let them be face up

When they seek

Your grace

 

I have willfully shriveled

Tentacles of my needs

Letting them atrophy

 

Eclipsed moods’

Sun has limped

Home finally

 

 

 

 

 

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