two nights dance
to their lustful ways
each step
a miscalculation of
happiness
morning has its cup
of coffee
spilled on the sands
the hammock rocks
to and fro to such a
monotonous direction
meanwhile the sun shines
faithfully
both to the drunk and
the sober
the praying mantis and
its prey
those who are still asleep
for those
lost meanings
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