it never showed

arqios

 

Never In The Hands

 

 

what's solid keeps shifting,

a kind of slow slide

beneath the day's footing—

a small body of water

giving way to something larger

 

held just past the edge

 

of keeping it together—

and still the errands call,

each list a small task

to steady the shake

that never shows in the hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2026 08:12
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


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