Inquiring Hands Poem by James Daniel Gabriel
Inquiring Hands
Suspicion is a finger too short to reach the itch.
Ambition, burning.
Motivation, reaching.
Desire in perfect and steady aim-
honing in on all that discomfort.
All of these needs are in tact,
usually at this time it is advised to find a unillateral medium-
an impervious, limitless one.
What will happen otherwise,
What will the itch do if left unattended?
Have you ever waited?
It Maddens...
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