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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1900232

The universe and me -- prose poem on autumn

Fall.
Noun or verb?
Autumn.
Ah, the season.
Yes.
But why?
Prepare to rest.
Rest is unproductive.
All beings need respite.
Who says?
Sensory overload.
That’s not an actor.
Agreed. A result.
I don’t want to rest!
Child.
Wah!
Hush.
Zzzzzzzz.
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