sun fade

i always woke at noon knowing it was almost over,  
rushes come to a halt, buses gutted and hollowed,
frustrations of the day wrung out like a wet flannel,  
the silence i craved finally arrived as others  
fled to their houses.
nowadays i wake up around nine or ten,  
i ask the light to pull up a chair through  
squinted eyes, you finally found me  
and there's no fight left inside  
these knuckles.

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