Poetry again, this time with really intense nerding I guess?

[kiya]

Latum

That which cannot be carried
Weights
Waits
Wears down the flesh of will
For a season,
Another season,
A knife-edge infinity of endurance.

(It cannot be "tuli"
The problem is in the progressive.)

Comments

[madgastronomer]

Ohhh, I love it.

[kiya]

I've been muttering "It cannot be tuli, the problem is in the progressive" to myself all afternoon.

[madgastronomer]

I can see why!