T-I beat my fists in hate- <br />P-You are the arbiter of agony <br />M-So I dismiss, with apathy <br />R-My oft-hidden desire <br />P-For fantasy dances with you <br /> <br />T-This is a firm statement <br />P-Yours is the despot of disarray <br />M-From whom which, I walk away <br />R-Into introversion - <br />P-So I may toy with fables <br /> <br />Do you see, how you run <br />From my pinkie, to my thumb?<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hands-29/
