THE DISEMBODIED HAND
I must have made you back in time
when things were not yet real.
I must have made you back in time
when things were not yet real.
It seemed like miles back, that then, and then
it seemed like miles back that then.
The man in corduroy was selling old toys.
He talked a blue streak and no one ever listened.
I saw a white hand extend out through the black curtain.
Up it went, and then down. It seemed connected to nothing
at all. A disembodied hand! I told her that when (finally)
the curtain opened and out stepped a beautiful young woman.
'I thought for a moment that was a
disembodied hand.' She laughed.
'I thought for a moment that was a
disembodied hand.' She laughed.
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