hot summer days

i cant think of anything to write
but i will try

my soul has congealed in the heat
and city has gone to sleep like a panting dog

there was a spring
and there will be another

inbetween is the just the road
and the road is all there is

the stars come out one by one
i count as i wait for the wakefulness to pass

i pat my temptations to sleep
and lovingly kiss each one

the hours run out one by one
till soon, the night is done

thus, slipping tumbling, plodding on
i go on. and i try to become a better man

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