The thing in itself

Feb 29, 2024
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Tenderness is an act of rebellion

'gainst a world woven so with pain

To deny its call and meet each slight gently

To love is an act of defiance

Faith in the unseen when everything seen

is horrendous

To plant seeds and hoist water in drought

True true true

Much truer, every day

Take the poison and pain as a gift

Make an art of the alchemists' trick

Just remember and know

In the roots of your bones

You are digging your own unmarked grave

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