I'm weary,
not from a dearth of rest...
no, last night's slumber was sound,
and my coffee's warmth embraced.

It's a weariness deeper, ingrained,
woven in my skin's fabric,
in my sinews, in my gaze.

I am drained,
exhausted by existence,
the clamor and the hush,
faces, and
unoccupied spaces,
brightness and shadow;
by optimism and
disillusionment.

So fatigued by the universe
that nothing within it can
revitalize my mind from the
incessant hum.

I am weary, and the
night holds too few hours
for the repose my soul craves.

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