we move
             s-l-o-w-l-y
                            today
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          n
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                yesterdays excess
about, in still gurgling        
                                   tummies and pickled synapses....

even the boy, stagnates in
front of new videos....
we are lizards on the lounge
me pretending to be engrossed in a new book
him.....awaiting the first
ball of the cricket...

we are a boxed set of...
self induced apathy...
the day pearl grey and
crying....
                 forgives us our
                                        sloth....
as i hear my bed beckoning..