I've been in a sitz bath for rough wordmath,steeping for days.
Sensual Summer Dusk
I take position to take in the transition of light.
And as a day ends, I'm soon letting slip an alotted slot of time
Before moonlight..to write.
I will follow infrequent fragrences,white flowers of free faith,
for the unforseen windfalls.
I'd ignore the glare of hidden costs.
Do you succumb to the cicada song that catches
you in your throat? Or are you one that watches
when fireflies surprize?
What might you do in
night's dew mists?
A man might dream,
not might but must.
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