the sun
constantly rises
creeps
into our skin
just as the moon
comes too
regularly at night
when we are
sleepy
and tired and yet
we always have
words for both
consistently,
we had
always been,
despite
the fact,
this harsh fact
that
whatever happens to
us
still they have no
word for it.
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