Filament Fine Fingers I am A shade Of who, Gradients Of me And you, Overcast By sun lights Destiny, Forever The haze Of turbulent Days, Filament Fine fingers Run down Our collective Spines, tingled, Anarchy Without Anarchism, And the band Played on. Poem © Phen Weston Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... 7 thoughts on “Filament Fine Fingers” Add yours Very nice. Love it! Reply Thank you kindly Reply You’re welcome. Nicely done! Reply Thank you very much Reply definitely worth reading again and again. Reply Why thank you sweet Ar Vhee XD Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.