On the ancient ruins the sun burns vertically.
The heat is paralysing and loud, and it heavily
Submerges the stones,
and it drones
down the miles and miles of waste.

On the desert sands the sun burns vertically.
The air is tepid, and it catatonically
Wavers and stays
So many days,
as the brown sands are erased.

On your fading self the sun burns vertically.
Your liver is being boiled in your blood,and it bitterly
Poisons your tongue
And drowns your lung
As old horizons are faced.

-Marco Klaue, ©2002

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