His hands could have been
The hands of God coloring in
The first clear lines of light
Seeping into the paper
But they're just an old man's
Bent and mottled hands
Imitating God's geography
Pointing out our present location
Where God plays into his fingers
His latest brilliant illustration
Floating there unfolding forms
In the museum of the future
How far we've come so far
How far his hands will go
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