me doesn't stop even reading
a book by Haruki Murakami
I keep thinking of later my
hands keep itching the cock
crows the dog barks I hear
the town start up its machinery
what is it for this constant
sensory thinking must I go on
like this every day and night
forever is as long as I'm alive
even sleeping part of me is
still at it ready to be awake
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