my overtired limbs
lay limp at my side
the list-making and
frantic rush for
dominion over dirt
have exhausted me.
my cheeks hang sallow
at the sides of my frown
the eyes drip
downward
the hand slows
the movement of words
across pages,
coming finally
at the period,
to a rest.
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