Sitting idly, the waves ran
through, the sluice
spread toward
an immense resolution.
With finality,
no tears were shed amid
the roaring
the thundering
waves of laughter.
Men,
banging doors with
lusty hands, and
children
sucking their dry
mothers' blood.
And today the sun rose
high seventy-five.
My eyes blinked
in the mirror,
I was exhausted.
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