super summer sated

golden dawn
red light of rain
far off on the distant horizon
morning comes
sweaty bodies rise from sleep
grumpy children
mindless adults
the heat which slays you
which tears away your ability to cope
stifles all but the most basic of functions
we work
we learn
we walk from airconditioning
to air conditioning

many hide away in movies
n supermarkets
anything to cool the rancid children

cool drinks are never enough
we drain them and then need again
like an addict at the end of the rope
unable to be satisfied
to be sated
eating is a chore
cooking a trap
heating n already over heated space not too clever

the air is wet
with rain which will never come
sweat swims around us
drowning our zen
drowning our yin n yang
drowning our trueselves
drowning our ruach
a tropical death
on the edge of the desert

this meagher exsitence
surviving only breath 2 breath

oh february
february
go away!

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