here
you see this hand.
of course not.

you see: 
this ground
this sky 
this cloud 
of course not 

you are,
consciously drowning in a curation of social prostitution - 
cheap content 
you cannot divert your eyes 
you are, 
the uncaring subject
cheap attention you cling 
a social prostitute - fulfilling the twisted narrative your ego desires 

you do not see your eyes, 
yellow in the illuminated glow - dark mode 
TRICKSTER
you look up into the dark, 
you see your hand? 
of course not, 
it is dark. 

when was the last time looked at your hand? 
the lines
wrinkles
blisters
callus'
broken nails
THE SKIN
your hand

Do you not mourn the seconds
the minutes 
hours 
days 
years 

you are. 
slaughtering hours.
consciously. 
 
Do you not mourn for the absence of the vibration 
do you not mourn... 

Do you not understand? 
To look at your hand
Absent of contents it contains?? 

Look at your hand
A murderer of time.