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Unable to derive an appetite I
Stand in the kitchen
Drinking wine from the bottle
Hoping to summon some meaning
From the night

It is nebulous,
A spiral sliding deeper
In to the beyond,
Chasing the sun in its recession,
The long dark,
Falling forever
With the rotation of time

Consumed by the wave
There is only the medium
Carrying me here and there

The ice maker chimes in,
Reminding me of my impermanence,
And of my presence here,
Now, etc.

2020sm