HAND FOR BRAIN KNUCKLES

       HAND FOR BRAIN KNUCKLES

Not your day, in perception

The sunshine is for sharing

Closing the shades of the fingers, for help

The mirrors are really others

Holding their own pain and intentions

Selfie is the pixels, others are the humans

Centered in this vastness ironically is not made for one

Dust from undefined distances we all are

Still the persistence of denying an ear of care knuckles the brain

In the midst a soothing soul with hand open

Waits for the when will it be there

Deemed to be not trusted

When expressed in ways others only humiliate

As they giggle of lust.

A twinkle in the heart and calmness when near

 Then with look away, lost or just a hand to logic

Hand for brain knuckles