First Night's First Lesson

My bare hands and ten fingers
Strictly disciplined for thirty years
Moving in fixed, boring orbits
Of food, cloth, paper and water
Why don’t you permit them now
To explore your hidden unmap
Alive, active, invisible, wrapped
For years in shame and clothes
Or, lest they should dig odd places
Like explorers of moon and artic
Show me all in a guided tour
What and Why, Where and How?

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