The Heat

its really Fuggin' hot outside

Rhythm rhythm
Awake asleep
I see the night
Into the day
I hear the color
Inside your shape
Backwards
In front of me
Removed from the real
Awake asleep
Dreaming living
Forth and back
Again and then
Shining dimming
Into a heart attack
Breathing waiting
For something like that
Again and again
Rhythm into rhythm
Asleep awake
Backwards
In front of me
Really

real

For now

Dead alive

Awake asleep

Author's Note

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[Edie Blue Starfish]

No one sleeps well during a heat wave.
This poem tosses and turns like a hot sleepless night