Wednesday, October 12, 2016

It is almost comic
How a lazy, common setting
Can complot in a state of complete static
To compare and compete
With such a flamboyant, cosmic conundrum,
Simply with the commitment of a wall,
The competence of some thick foliage
The conspiracy with a given moment
And the comfort of the complicit standstill
In anticipation of the sun to cross
The necessary orbital distance.

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