Hands..
Tools furnished by the heaven impulse of creativity..
Sometimes sublimely soft..Sometimes harshly strong..
The same hands that constantly provides under the influences of the "higher" electric king.
Hands destined to build or destroy..
Hands venomously crafted by the ancient evil..or preciously conceived to massage your inner soul..
Hands..small, big, deformed, or mutilated, no matter the life's threatening circumstances, yet useful.
Hands that are held up in a significance gesture..or pinpointed at the miserables to let culpability fell upon.
Hands..that debrief mortal secrets or hold the crown to bestow dictators and heroes..
Hands..erotize and filled with lustful meaning..
Hands..playful mechanism of allegro celebrating notes..or fill with lugubre scales for a funeral soundtrack.
Hands..the body's motor expression that beyond the imagination are design thankfully for the better or the
worts.
G.
