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end of summer seasonal ego death, the end of earth eating itself whole for hibernation stasis while all us little planet eaters eat seventy-year servings of entropy after spending half your life spitting sharp diatribes at the weather weakening your bone denounce all sunlight after 7pm because you’re tired of the need to be endlessly productive. daylight belongs to bees all the angels retreat while everything before dark disappears I’m looking in my mouth for a flood gate switch open for alms from everything I’ve ever skipped because I was scared when my eyes were closed.