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You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole relationship was a scam and you already got what you want.

The sun is grinding in your face and the cicadas are running all over the place,  listen! They are all around and are sitting on your kitchen table. 

You sit there as if you don’t care, unconcerned of what is transpiring around you, see them crawling on the garage wall moving in a straight line, and are getting ready to start a brawl. The whole place is infested with them and they are scattered in your bed, they are everywhere, why you don’t try to get rid of them.

My heart is burden down with care and you are spying on me over here, my lips are dry and there is no color in the sky, it is time to make a move before the  crickets start to sing, the cicadas and the crickets have nothing in common but you have to embrace that strange rhythm when it begins.

Look deep between the lines and you see what is mine; use a pointed tool and clean out the rust and blow away the dust and you will see the inscription with your eyes and you will learn how the magpie died. 

It happened more than a century ago when mankind lost touch with the heart of human dignity and prey upon the human flesh and suffocate the young infant to death; thousand of them were lost in the storm when the boat sank in the Mediterranean  and the relics float on top of the sea and the sun burns mankind’s dignity.

Summer is climbing up the trees with strong arms pitching their tents in the air as destiny draws near; a stagnant smell is coming from the pit and the birds are rolling in it and the breeze is spreading the scent abroad.

Why don’t you ever leave the house, it’s time to get up and go out, you have planted yourself in that place and you have caused confusion all over the place.

Look at the snake in the ceiling and the line that sits on the vine, your vineyard is loaded with grapes and the Egyptian cobra is crawling all over the place.
             Move!
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