Hamsa Blue
It is a blind man's bluff
A curse from lips
To eyes
To hands, never idle
A playground free of deviltry
And though I walk through the valley
I see no evil
Lest I point at God
As I try to touch the sunset
Read the colors of Starry Night
Wipe away your tears with my fingertips
Too many pocket smothered moments
Too many views pressed coldly on window panes
Too many closed fisted days of blind rage
Deep breath
Count to ten
Unclench and release
Eyes open
Hands open
This curse to ward off curses
No wink
No smile
Like having eyes in the palms of your hands
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