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We are, when bruised by some new qualm, capable of human knowing; indebted to the open palm. Some trials, surely, test our charm - are we sane, still? Life is showing we are, when caught in some new qualm. So someone's hand has brought us harm? Violent smashes; hateful throwing indebted to the open palm? Do we ourselves give in, alarmed? Powerful and old; we're slowing, we are, when caught in some new qualm. Or human friend – you need alms, others' helpings to keep you flowing, indebted to their open palms? This mandala of loving arms is ever-present handshake-throwing. We are, when caught in some new qualm, indebted to these open palms.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
A villanelle for open palms
We are, when bruised by some new qualm, capable of human knowing; indebted to the open palm. Some trials, surely, test our charm - are we sane, still? Life is showing we are, when caught in some new qualm. So someone's hand has brought us harm? Violent smashes; hateful throwing indebted to the open palm? Do we ourselves give in, alarmed? Powerful and old; we're slowing, we are, when caught in some new qualm. Or human friend – you need alms, others' helpings to keep you flowing, indebted to their open palms? This mandala of loving arms is ever-present handshake-throwing. We are, when caught in some new qualm, indebted to these open palms.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
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