slow syrupy.

there truly is no poetry.
it is only whimpers
while lovers sleep
like thunderstorms over
placid grasslands
rhythmic in its writhing,
heavy in its timing,
slow syrupy
like hypnogogic dreams,
wake and find the words
but it will not be poetry.

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