The Hand,
The outreached Hand.
Of news, good and bad.
Of promises, with expectations managed.
Can the Hand be trusted?
Memories of working together,
Aligned in spirit and mission.
Surely the Hand is true?
Yet, just yet,
Murmurs of unfathomable action,
Murmurs of uncharacteristic treatment.
Can this be the Hand?
The outreached Hand, can it be taken?
Or would one plunge into a whirlpool
Of no return?
Oh, the Hand.
Can we trust thee?
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