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The Detachment from Reality

Due to the dizzying speed at which things spin

All these schedules, commitments, and appointments

Made me forget

Why I came here

The animals roam at night

The wind makes its little whirlwinds

Invisible all around

It moves things with gusts

Clicks, rustles

And the swelling of tarps

The crickets’ chirp-chirp

Summer at its peak

Overwhelms us with heat

Humans cook like steaks in the sun

This magical world of the night

I’m always alone

Well, without human friends

But with all these animals around

You don’t feel all that lonely

The ducks

That tonight I’ve named

Papa and Rino

Rino and Papa

They wander around

Make a little quack

It’s not annoying, actually it’s relaxing, and who knows what they’re saying

Finding comfortable positions with this pain has become a merry-go-round

Sometimes I still take pills

Like tonight

When it’s too much

It’s too much