A [poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Arms and Fingers
Sorrowfully incarnated, I stumble
Into the wall of the well, off the edge
And there’s a hand
There’s an arm
Keeping the silly sounds buzzing, my swarm
My swarm journal
Amatuer authors, gamers and pirates
Transition to green screen and it unveils
The people in the motion capture suits
Standing against the wall
Hoping for some kind of second manifestation
For all of us are
One hand
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