a bit longer silent

time is crawling sluggishly

slowly flowing ´round me

sticky evening, orange ´n soft.

Sleepy frowning at the sky,

waitin´ for the sun to die.

Grass, dry and warm,

for now, pillow and cover…

But not enough to warm,

nor to shelter. I´m here.

Silently watching. Waiting.

For the rest of you to die.

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