could that be a spine
moving across the table floor
no chair holds me at KuDaTa sunset
myself standing with stick and ball in hand
above calling
for sunset will rise and set ablaze of the hour
the soul of everyone is riddled by hype
pierced by red purple and orange stabs
clouds giggle as the children play
below
night
is already entering my body
with first born
dark
sweet
and new
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