Selection Gestures

Fore's finger afts glass case
Indication's revelation gyrates into face
Watches handed over wrist
Ungraspable by own own fist

Clamor tremors
Engenders failure
An indecision's fission 
Torn apart to validate

An index finger's contact 
With a regular sized red button
Pigeons and their holes
Ideals and their blood

Connected by theory and analogy
To make soiled souls 
Insensitive to their own petrichor
May the next rain on dust

Know that droplets never choose
And noses cannot be said 
To smell
What they've smelled