these days of
pushing through the overload

minor things
little things
that's life

but each to his own ability
til death do we part

I want
a counterpoint
so it would all make sense

but my chest hurts
I may even try to smoke a cigarette before I sleep
though I know it won't complete me
maybe it will calm this disturbance
or at least burn it up

yes, all you fire-bearers I have loved
I will light up in memory of yous

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the sun's at home
the moon's at work
when we wake
we will take
more time to relax in the heat
our hands only busy in the cooler evenings and late mornings
building what dreams we can muster

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