Drawer Has Emptied

The drawer has emptied over time one-thirds cleared as if to comply with an absence that demands doom this lack of spoons in present time those holders of passions pressed into realms of thriving health growth beyond the wounded state is then paused by lack of ready grace there’s left behind the substitutes each with a cold purpose set neither an equal on their own perhaps together life will resolve easily fitting into a palm poor replacement for what’s been lost the fates continue nonetheless even if spoons are not at hand the first demands useful works that poke and lift of the fork utility of a long workday is manifest by implement crafting worlds without a soul absent thought of questing hope this allows the days to unwind even as the will slowly die the second cuts with an edge honed removing meat from the bone a knife’s edge would cease the pain at the price of future days separation that seems to heal when pain is dropped from the deceased now lack of spoons has bequeathed that work combines with edged leave.