~unbecoming~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~unbecoming~



How hands often point
insted of grasp hold,
Moments that hinder
play out and unfold.
Judgment comes skipping
but backward it falls.
Impaling us easy,
on words that we call.

7-8-08

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