The Flesh Hand

Gods breathe everywhere
Fragile leaps across the Earth,
Subtle alterations
Creation's in birth.

Clowns construct, destruct, instruct
Belief in a flawless way,
Behind masks chaos unravels
Glimpsing birth while the dead decay.

Imagine beyond
Sense a future cast,
Seek living greatness
In dream worlds of the past.

Gods lay perfect plans
Inside every flesh hand,
Some accuse
And misunderstand.

poem by Darren David Weaver
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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