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The sun sets.
I'm meditating with myself.
Silence now replaces
the hectic craze of the day.
I celebrate the change.
A flag droops limply.
It remembers, perhaps, when
it fluttered like a dagger in the heat.
My soul weary form slumps on a seat
and considers the ongoing tension
that seems to be the mark of existing.
From the window comes the
night sounds, eager to begin.
While overhead a daring moon
removes the sunshine trauma.
I surrender now.
I'm finished.
It's been a day, and a day again.
A ton of living to fill one up forever.
Tomorrow it might be just the same.
No matter.
The sun sets.
I'm meditating with myself.
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