Unstuck Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw
Unstuck
Through all the ways you hated me
The instances of vehemence seen
Up close in all their bloody rage
Were someday sure to turn a page
Sure to grind us slowly down to
Something loosely bound and fine
Stone is merely sand and water
And a hundred million years of time
And eventually our fingers numb
Whilst clinging to that shattered rock
Then slow but sure we must become
Unstuck
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