The Cosmological meaning of hands with fingers pressed,
closed into fists like got something to say
or it’s coming, the message, wait.
When child is born hands are like that, the one to punch, one to scream, to be slapped on soles, fine kicki. Grey birds on a roof, I smacked my hands in the air and they flew away, got scared.
Flying buttresses celestory windows, i refuse to feel guilty of this rage of this scare.
Moon is high, moony, lake of the moon darker spot – take a look,
edge of the hyperaestehetic resonance, during the day