And useless is the air
conditioner.
Sweat rolls down my
brow
Before I even turn it
off to thaw.
Maybe with time off it
will return
To its cooling purpose
and save
Our mutual dripping.
Both of us are guilty
of running
So consistently
despite limitations
That we cause
ourselves to fail,
The call to cooling
turned to a freezing up.
Here is found a
miracle, that by purposed pauses
We never come to
emergency. To stop
And rest is not sloth,
it is Sabbath.
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