My mind does the touching
And morphing
And feeling
And making, creating and inventing

Whereas my hands
Just do what my mind says to do
So they really are just
Slaving

...But I suppose if I did not have them
The things of my mind could not come to life
Could not be possible outside of my own being
And those things would forever stay in bottles and labelled boxes in my head
And forever develop spider webs and dust!

So, thank you, hands.
Thank you very much.