Now I am really tired, and why not,
twenty hours awake. Day will sweep
past in slumber, the birdsongs
starting now going unheard, all
one dreamless darkness until
a hungry cat will sit on my chest
and start slapping me in the face,
with the paw hitting dangerously
close to my half-awaken eyes.
18.06.2024
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