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The Ache of Human

Oliver Cocks
Feb 1, 2025
1 min read


We’re all frail

To ache is human


The present world

levels us into trembling


Human gobbling human


But we must recall that

we’re all shaky


We all quiver


When your family scoffs at you,

you won’t rise from lowering them


But only acquiescent saints

wouldn’t feel the compulsion


When you and your beloved spar,

over which of you sent the offending text,


are either of you not fallen?


And when you hear a child laugh

Take that pristine music


Treasure it amid the hurricane



By Oliver Cocks

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