Woozy sun blaring
Sticky sweat, lumbering and trudging through thick heavy air
Limbs languid, movements slow
A chorus of cicadas fills the stillness of the gorge
Puddles and trickles persist
On a different axis, the river burgeons and gurgles
Bones and ruins, branches and boulders cover the parched ground
In this dry, summer cathedral, thinking slows and presence blooms
The animate world holds me tenderly
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