in parentheses

I see a hand grow out of the earth, I watch its fingers wiggle under the hart of the sun, I listen to its joints crack to find form, and I witness its palm grab for heaven : and then I am silenced, by the gnarling the uprooting the hoaring, as the sun bleeches its colour and heaven turns its palm away empty : and I witness the slowest row unto death, I listen to its joints scream shrivelling, I watch its fingers curl under the empty of the moon, I see a hand disappear into the earth