three eleven
beginnings of heat
desert wind n uncomfortableness
the western south land
hides in their transport
their castles
their place of employ
the young are sent out
under guise of health
only to wilt gently
amongst themselves
these days
the drought of the soul
parched land
even though summer has just begun
bleeding life
energy
from all it touches
I would chase autumn if I could
winter n darkness
not this endless light n heat
restlessness
is all pervasive
from fitful sleeps to
days filled with a sort of dread
the heat becomes
all consuming
all powerful
all resistance is useless
I give into its pull
its gentle allure
promises of slowness
and sleep
and I gradually
fade
away
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