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I don't imagine the sun ever gets tired, 

Rising every morning

Stretching across the sky

Tucking itself away after a long day's work

Infinite source of energy, light, delight

 

And i compare myself to the sun because i am one of those awful people that believes i should be able to do the impossible, 

and of course hate myself for the inevitable failure 

a skill, learnt

 

i am sitting on a stony beach

pebbles sharp against my bare legs

joints stiff from the cold edging in

and it is dark

the sky is that deep purple blue

a swathe of seagulls are snoozing in a huddle just where the water licks up to the coast

they squawk and lift up to fall down again 

napping

jumping

napping

jumping

a car zips by on the road behind

trace gone as quick as it appeared

 

The sun set at 15:30 this afternoon

and actually, i wish i could also clock off then, mid-afternoon

a stretch of time before exhaustion to exist 

in this moment hung between the glass doors separating presence into a small room i am usually locked out of