The moment before his intestines sucked
His lungs in by dust, paced his heart slow;
Then beating fast by the days first passing-
The sun blared as sweat poured and cooled,
Just one moment of a soft breeze kissing:
Good morning to her child, gently fooled
Of gifted time, his conscious mind would flow,
To reflect a life made by forgetting,
wasted cleaning, what would forever be
dirty, like a fool with a bucket as his tool,
Drying a river fed by ice, fishing
with thought: that all fishes would die slowly
Letting another thought, constantly blaming
The dog, The cow and The monkey in uniforms.
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