An August night

sleep overtakes

 

I’m drugged

with truth:

 

morning rises

wise and grey

 

between us

worlds

 

dark matter

spins,

 

potentate.

 

Death,

the verb:

 

like birth

 

it hurts,

body loathes

 

to leave.

 

Heart gives

one more

 

beat, for all

the loves

 

we’ve lived

hover in

 

perpetual

present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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