take my hands

take my words
untie them like balloons
pinch the narrow ends
let the hot, wet air
come wooshing out
until the blubbering
and screeching subside

take my hands
unfurl them like sails
raise them, billowed
by fierce compassion
fill them with white light
borne across the dark sea
press them into service

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