We stretch through that which stretches in ourselves;
We reach for all we see we may desire,
And breathe along the edges of a truth:
That sellers only sell when there’s a buyer
Each nerve and tendon rallied to the cause,
We find our focus, strong and indiffuse:
For humans cannot have if they won’t reach,
And tendons atrophy
From lack
Of use
[Note: the Greek root of “nerve” (neuron) originally meant “tendon”. – Owen]
I like you tendoncy for root words. 🙂
😀
I like your poem.
Thank you.