The Sun Beats down and I sneeze.
The rain comes down and I sneeze.
The daylight rises and I get a headache from being up
too early staring at this screen.
As the daylight fades my head starts to ache from trying to
read a 1979 chapbook from David Barker.
There appears to be only a window of opportunity
just before full solar eclipse and the darkness it throws upon the earth.
Even now the suns glare makes reading what I type on the laptop virtually impossible,
so I will head to the conservatory where there is shade but also the smell of paint,
which gives me a headache.
Maybe God is a critic after all.
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