Hands Free: A Senior Surreal Photo by Zachary Daniloff (2012)

Purple explosion in the distance, The heat brings up the pistons, Cleaved and sheathed, The hand squeezed away with ease. Hands free, hands free, Stopped in time, But free.   With this little rhyme, The arms feel so sublime, And brings to mind the essence of another time, Light stream by unhidden, Illuminating the distance between the two extremities; Are they really necessary amenities? Hands free, hands free, Bring me to the fruit of the tree.