POEM: HAVING HANDS

In an absent gaze

She, with a froth flame

Blew out a cradled candle

Her wordy maze

And worldly stays

Mother nature could mend and handle

She does not speak

Or even share a word

while you wake

She only leaks

A lofty dream from

Quibble to quake

Trapped tamed

Slain and shamed

You still have a fork in the road

To let your fears

Naw at your days

You fill your abode with fullness

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