Gradual

Quemis

We all spend eternity cutting each others teeth.
Fumbling through causeways, endless darkness beneath.
Hard to know our shape or make, where burs still need the grind;
What's to do but bravely love, and smooth the pain we mind. 

 

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 21:37
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  • L. B. Mek

    what to do, indeed?
    a wonderfully poignant shorty
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (btw how did your French write go down?)

    • Quemis

      I killed it with that poem at the French house party. Was packed and it was insanely validating to woo and be called clever by all these rich, worldly older people.

      Haha.

      Thanks for the kind words, as ever Mek.

      • L. B. Mek

        awesome!



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