Brief moment of sunlight, then
the same gloom, this burning
world cold to the touch, chariot
of Helios on some dim shore
crashed, willows mourning
the unfit rider. Thus passes
the afternoon to eve, and
bloodless I sit, shivering,
in the pale, chill light
as something passes,
never to return.
08.06.2023
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