The sun sets
and truly so,
in the west
and not
someone else's metaphor,
then I will sleep-
so really sleep,
not for soul
but minimum wage-
it will meet me
in the dark
after some hours.
My drive
will be ignition,
not ambition,
miles per hour
stop-go
honest transportation.
Tonight I teared
but did not weep-
more than tired
less than withered
altogether
all together
I like this.
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