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August is too hot

                     for poetry;

         too hot for work;

      too hot for sex (natch)

Yes, this weather

           is debilitating

    to the sacred flow

           of muse’s chanting

the flowing wine

          of the pure falls

     cackles off the glass

                in swift rhythm

Dancing Trance Fever

               inhales momentary

         influence of French

             & Germanic thought

Stray away from the call

         of the wind’s message

    deaf ears fall mute

               to dense, humid air

None of it really matters

              after choices

     are nullified & voided

            in secondary revisions

Cool music rolling off

              fan blade’s swirl

Eyes follow smoke of incense

           but heat remains

Ne’er able to listen

         & hear with clarity

    the chant of the love

              or the eager solution

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