Toot

Written by Kat on 2024-12-21 at 07:31

i may write something more tomorrow; tonight my shadow calls me to rest and perchance to dream. here is a poem from 2022. i think often of the last few lines:

the vast machinery of the cosmos doesn't wait on belief

but bears us ever onward: evening to morning,

winter to summer, like breathing out, breathing in.

we needn't get out and push:

those without the strength will be carried.

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