Sitting
in the sunlight
Dancing
deluge driving
Heat
burning through
Distorted
dream-like
Conscious
fears that
What
is not normal
Is
instead fatal
If
not immediately
Then
through permanence
And
the wind bucks
Backwards,
reversing
In
upon itself as
The
pain says
“I
know you”
And
for today’s purpose
Nothing
matters, for
Everything
else has
Been
removed and
All
that is here
Exists
only for the
Instant
in which
It
is perceived
In
partial glimpse
Through
squinted eyes
As
mortality
Dries
out in the sun.
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