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I've no grandfather Nor closet with which to hide The sweaters are for sale And weaving is in the knot I'll not bind having and we Least below no family tree I callous my hands upon missing wood Grip too fierce for healing as I brood Yet in another's timber I rain Perishing atop no gardens All together same Buildings beckon for me to wonder While rivets offer bedding Sending me a shiver Perhaps days will trade Unending night will flower Casting me in fret filled prayers Haunting recent numbers The trades on few Rarely break to notice Halting fewer hands Letting memory remember The digs are long And handling further still Upon our roads adventured No work for fill Empty well in quill
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
Without A Clock
I've no grandfather Nor closet with which to hide The sweaters are for sale And weaving is in the knot I'll not bind having and we Least below no family tree I callous my hands upon missing wood Grip too fierce for healing as I brood Yet in another's timber I rain Perishing atop no gardens All together same Buildings beckon for me to wonder While rivets offer bedding Sending me a shiver Perhaps days will trade Unending night will flower Casting me in fret filled prayers Haunting recent numbers The trades on few Rarely break to notice Halting fewer hands Letting memory remember The digs are long And handling further still Upon our roads adventured No work for fill Empty well in quill
For one of us here, who's days are suffering beside the times I wish him a beautiful peaceful contemplation that I'm not alone in having cut all ties to move forward an inch Frozen tundra or leveled earth Spring in bloom we gather for
#faith#trust#dealing
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
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