Lassitude

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Tumultuous thoughts swirl
in mind's commotion
Atoms of air stand in
still suspension

Sans mercy,
silence gropes the
Suffocating Soul

Scorching sun
spurred the agony and
parched the Being

Life's rhythm
repeats 
in the heart's beat

I tug at the beard
pull out
a thought's shred;
inspect its form and
pull out another

In dreamy
thoughtfulness
under the cloud's shadow,
I rest
in the lap of lassitude

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