the sun sets like a cracked egg
spilling yoke across the windows
the evening sits, belly full of acid
muscles low on potassium
shuddering bones across the carpet
fructose and caffeine
capillaries split
the mute, sound-proofed air
the floor is rough on the feet
walls recede, doors rattle
pots in the kitchen
the day hums slow
cooling universe to a stop
I love this, Stu. What an ending!
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