Sunset Over Bumfuck

Okay, okay…
We’ve died enough already.

Steady yourself, evening.
Prolong your dreadful glow.

At least until
a rational conclusion may be drawn.

Are we not drowning sufficiently
in your languorous exhalations?

Even after excessive preparations,
we petty ones remain dumbstruck

by the touch of your cooling finger.
Therefore, allow us

several more clicks of our eyes,
several more moments of your presence,

so that if we must indeed dream,
we dream primarily of you.

-r. miller

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