Under the cold canopy that dawned,
the weight of the sun grew
and it crushed you.
Had we skipped today, I'd feel pity.
With the beat of the midday daze,
your breathing slanted,
as if merited.
Don't think of eating tomorrow, for I am full.
Before the rising moon screams,
leave your ears uncovered,
and listen to the symphony
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