Sleep
comes easy to the gods of lashlee street
Easy
But
they refuse to touch it
Till
work is done
Not
for some misplaced sense of self
Or
due to technical difficulties beyond the control of humans
But
because they want to
Work.
At
it
This
thing that swishes against each cheek
Like
layers of red wine
They
work at everything.
Because
perfection is not in themselves but what they do…
Thanatos
understood and left them…
Till
they were ready for bed
October 26th, 2010
gods
of Lashlee Street
Three
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tracy j h
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