the August heat stirs it all up to a boil
even when we do not want it to
even when the heat of
what once was
has diminished
we are all lost in space
looking for a place to land
or an orbit we can settle into
while she shines brighter
and more intensely than ever
we are not meant to
live like this
being scalded by her
own desires
unquenched
rejected even
the gravity of it all
either so heavy as to
plunge us to doom
or not quite enough to keep us afloat
the August sunlight slices
open the world
as it cuts through these windows
as deadly as a
bayonet
each beam beating
against me
boiling me up from the inside
I am helpless to do anything
But accept it
suffering through it
scared to let loose of its steam
these summer days
we once treasure
now ticking out
towards autumn
until the temperature might decline
and this stirring will diminish too
letting us survive
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