I am here

this is enough

like the last seed pushes

through the rougher rough.


Want, desire, need

abstract things I

no longer bleed.

This apple now in my mouth.


I am here.

Piss, shit, breath and spit.

I lounge and loafe.

There is no longer any

getting on with it.


For others there

the buzz of progress, nicer hair.

I lift my glass.

I walk not there.


I am here.

This is enough.

Like the glistening tired ant pulls

the large leaf through the rough.

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