Fatigue rolls through the body
Like slow thunder through
A heavy sky
Pulls your skull and frame down
Invades your veins
Disperses thoughts and deeds
As if they were effervescent bubbles
Leaves you gaga
in front of the platter of decisions
Served up by the day
Too tired to eat
Too tired to taste
Too tired to bite
Fatigue leads you to bed
Like a desert exile to drink
Lays you like an infant on the ground
Covers you with a thick wool blanket
Begs you, please, sleep
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