In the middle of a winter so cold
ants no longer cross stone floors
to execute their handiwork,
sleep finds the most restless minds,
whispers in the tone of Luck,
“…you’re not in Gehenna,
wrestling with the Goliaths of your hey day
on a loop
’til beyond the end of time.”
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