4-14-95 four way blues

San Sebastian, Spain
A.M.

In my hands words score and miss
In my hands tools turn and strip
In my hands flesh warms and cools
In my hands silence breathes and moans
In my hands feelings stumble and falter
In my hands people slip and disappear
In my hands lies bloom and wither
In my hands dreams glimmer and fade
In my hands fear gathers and simmers
In my hands love poisons and maims
In my head questions never end

Sometimes I wish it was out of my hands
And in the grasp of the proper authority

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