it crests above the horizons’ tease
what shall become is yet unknown.
lights blinking, eyes open wide
heat no more, false hopes reside.
days creep as gluttonous sloth,
nights tick like Grandfathers afar
not soon enough can jubilance thunder.
we wait, we wait, we wait …
A. Jackson 2008
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