fat old sun don’t know haste
he moves with cosmic grace
no guile in purpose
and we only fool ourselves with now and never
don’t wait while cicadas burst the crusty earth
don’t wait for whales to roll on sandy shoals
impotent onlookers litter their resting place
don’t wait for green
don’t wait for automate – shun ease and laze of this soft life
don’t wait for dunk tanks and gallows, crow cages and pyres
burn sage instead, jump the broom and hang the livestock
don’t wait for your lottery savior
come redeem your sinful debt, heinous spending, sugar greed pate
absolution by soothing fire
the sun cares not for hesitation
your blind supplication
he burns and burns
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