the snake that holds our house together

winding through my dominant arm.

this same arm also my disfigured :( wing

“I never fly”

this same arm then

punched! a hole through that dark corner,

finally allowing sunlight, beaming, the shoulder, relaxing

I use this hand to write, so I know it has power.

but I also forgot

My throat, perhaps choked

by my dominant hand? a consequence of forgetting.

I couldn’t feel my hands. I didn’t know this was happening.

only waiting for the end of sensation

So I thought I lost use of my hands. inside the dark corner

A clock with no hands means no wrong time

so removing the hands = taking control

A handless clock is free then, to reflect