Hands of Light

can move slabs of sandstone 
into pyramids, if we want them 
to. For what pyramid was built
without the thought of worshiping
forms, in the sky world, these
mortal dreams, these prayers of
the unearthed, dismembered dreams,
annihilated, rapturously cleansed
by the invisible drumming of a shaman.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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