[the invisib1e hand]

As sometimes happens
A moment hovered and remained for much more than a moment
And time stopped
And movement stopped for much more than a moment

Underneath the weight of everything
We're turning black coal into diamonds
And we're sifting through the remains and picking up the pearls when we find them

Now I'm drawing lines to form fish in the sand
If they find you out, they'll hang you upside-down
With sharpened spikes to form-fit through your hand
Twisted thorns for a crown

And now the happy-ever-after is still a ways away
Have patience
When the Good News took root
All the other just became outside of interference

Rumor has it the skeptics are restless
Be sure to tip your hat when you go by

Now I'm drawing lines to form fish in the sand
If they find you out, they'll hang you upside-down
With sharpened spikes to form-fit through your hand
Twisted thorns for a crown

[the invisib1e hand]

~ Model Engine, Hang You Upside Down.

[annalex]

Thank you.