earth becomes sun.
mornings gaze on evenings charms
&beg for confessions.
night to makeway/ready for excess
&indulgence brought by days
labour.
hands to toil in daylight.
under moons: uncoil &reach for
what hands should.
for a time i looked tirelessly through words said &implications of some survived emotion. i now sit in a daze &carelessly sift through the ashes of previously held convictions &abandoned persuasions…
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