ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

To be a snake and shed

our skin, leave it behind

and slither away, for

others to pick up and

amaze, as we bathe on

a warm rock in the sun,

or hide in a cool cleft -

that's what we yearn,

we human beings

slowly flayed by life.

26.06.2023

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