Born with clay feet on an earth unsteady
Minds unturned to feed the quagmire
Torn away heat on a dusk already
Bonds untamed to bleed the bonfire
Mourned and prayed bead on a faith non-heady
Cants unsung to free the lost choir
NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Poetry Time 44: Clay Feet
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Sept. 3, 2023
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