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A lazy Summer lightly hunches
drags oneself out of a long-lived torpor
the days counted, numbered, happiness a transition
one must fulfill whilst enduring suffering
of a rare kind

Incertitude and shame, noise compulsive, lustful
an endless ecstasis, nervous plenitude
all meltdown when one enters, and smiles
and moves and acts, all poise
and side sneaks that promise the world.

for P.

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