Many Strings

Ten fingers lost toes once answered math
alI need to know dirrection flowed.
Affirmed frail knowlledge imbued to ask
complex question freed to ask of mind.
Universal flights true and tried behind tight
lips laws to hide the humbled souls.
Gathering moths seeking light for warmth
such say to play on streets of brick.
Hand to mouth week to meak laboured
child loving smile to you they grew.
Timid Truth on plain of mask deep the
grooves forever run so deep in you.

by James McLain

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