Zywa
Trinity
Another day
of manoeuvring
in the holy triangle
of languor, passion and harmony
In my blood, lethargy is floating
lazily along banks and jetties
It lies down
in the signal boxes
of my muscles and mood
as the prey of the fighters
who ignore the night
to make a party
of my life, now or never
a plaything
of higher powers that wait
what it is worth to me
to participate, out of desire
for happiness (not lasting long)
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