Before the end of time

Before the end of time

Now. With this day
What shall I do?
My body aches,
With sleep, my veins a-cursing.

I tiptoe to the door:
What shall I see?
Under my toes
The cold in thunder strokes awoke.

So many textures,
Colours new…
Yet unexplored.
The torpor folds amid the sun-grey coils.

It is not language, but how we experience it that will change.

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