London Poem: Day 359

11 August

How well do hands recognize
The body?
A simple wander back and
Forth, a fumble here and there
Never did any harm,
But still,
In subtle ticks,
There is nothing to align
The wheels –
The world may have its axis,
But these hands have no
Base to set their world
At peace.

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