I'm weary with warmth
nodding off in the afternoon
and again in the evening
kissed to excess by this new sun
It's as if my thermometer
merged mercuries
found quicksilver it was fond of
and climbed up by degrees
This heat is making me irrational
like a jazz number without a score
just some notes
on when to snap your fingers
I've found Promethean fire
playing these keys
to a tune I've heard a time or two
what a lovely way to burn
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