and so,
we sit while,
the thumbs twittle,
around and around,
circling one another,
in a,
predetermined orbital eclipse,
going nowhere,
gaining nothing, yet,
continual surround of the other,
and,
if one should fail,
where to now?
the orbits no longer,
circumvents the other!!
the other now dormant,
in the palm;
the remaining orbiter,
continues without resistance!!
all the while,
still going nowhere,
still gaining nothing,
as the other rests!!
thank you for reading this silly little piece.
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (7)
😆😆😆 this is so true tho. Nice poem.
Nicely done!
Not me misreading circumvents as circumcision 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
It's a lovely little silly piece though which maybe makes it not so silly. ❤️
Great time to think, when you twiddle your thumbs. <3
Sometimes that’s what we need to do - some silly little thing. Calming. I liked your poem.💕
love how you took this tiny thing and made a poem out of it. So creative!