Laura's Status in adverb clauses

Laura sits down with emptiness in her stilled fingertips because there is too much to say.

Laura breaks open each word like an egg and sifts through the contents as if they were hastily cracked and there are shells mixed in since she couldn't be bothered to take her time.

Laura is screaming as if her voice could be heard where she is sounding it while she lets all her breath out in this long exhale.

Laura isn't sure why life has to be this grand enigma since every day is spent trying to crack this code although she has to do other things too while she attempts to unfurl the mystery as it goes and makes itself all the more complicated.

Laura straightens then hunches over and over again while she thinks as they lift then weigh her down where she cant pick up her chin without a fight because its too heavy and they are well trained while she is quite new at all this.

hands

as we sit
around this table dimly lit by candles reflecting off its shining surface
i watch your hands and not your mouths because
there is a theme that they express in their subtle kind of way
as they move, as if they didn't have the loudest voices here
speaking, expressing their theme
one has a band aid, camouflaged like skin, mysteriously curving up the wrist and into the palm
one has tiny cuts visible in the candlelight, healed over one by one
and the skin of others are smooth as cream, the brightness of diamonds and soft silver bangles only accents to natural beauty
they are moving with grace, and gentleness
or big with exaggerated expressiveness
but they all reach for the same foods
they all curve around the same wine glasses to bring them to ready lips
and we speak with similar words saying similar things
and even in our ten digits
there is a whisper of sameness

the trinity defined

Jesus is the hands
that hold me, on either side of my face
gently supporting
palm-side is soft but i can feel the callouses on the end of his
fingers and they bring images to my mind of hard
labor of sweat and toil
his fingers sweep the hair off my brow
trace my eyes and feel my skin
his movements tell me he appreciates me
that he is astounded by the beauty and revels wordlessly in it

the Spirit is the eyes that penetrate mine
we are nose to nose,
forehead to forehead
and when he looks at me, he is communicating everything to me
when he stares unbroken into my eyes
he is knowing me
his gaze sweeps me clean, the corners
full of light
and cobwebs exposed
i am an open room being filled and illuminated
and all the phantoms shrink until they vanish in a puff of black smoke

God-he is also the voice
that is soundlessly booming and ricocheting
through my skull like...
the seeds of a cloud-like daisy blown wishfully into the wind
little dancing seahorses
it says to me "no need"
it says to me " look no where but here"
he says to me "take not your eyes from this place"
and "i delight in you my beauty"