when the day comes that the sun runs out of batteries:
i will be sitting cliff side on the far away limits of a distant village.
heart heavy.
control of my breath like a cricket.
laughing at the nothingness of things.
shifting my bare feet on the rocks and sand.
questioning nothing.
talking to the cardboard cut-out moon.
counting the bones in my back without touching.
half awake.
wondering how strange it is that i ever worked a day in my life.
counting seconds on a clock with no hands.
tossed into the wind the thoughts of everyone ive loved.
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