a poem
Thoughts float around in your head all the time. Some need to be said, some thought of. Some things need to crystallise. Behavior. Reactions. One’s own actions. Writing something down/ drawing about it always clarifies things for me. Especially unpleasant things.
Separating Gold from Dust
Unsettle to settle
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Things intertwine
Slowly, to untwine
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The constant letting go
The necessary holding on to
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All who smile
With shifty feet
It’s always here on this road we meet
Sometimes greet, sometimes eat
Sometimes merely bleat
Don’t stop every step you walk
This road is forever
Abrasion is not
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