A Hand

A hand, neither open nor closed,
extending from the crystal past.
It seems then time had not deposed
a hand, neither open nor closed,
which once held a cosmos enclosed
but is now just showing, at last,
a hand neither open nor closed,
extending from the crystal past.

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