With no time fr'it
In obligation's constant pull,
Something I agreed to
So unable to
Settle
Except for the bend of
Tendons
Angering my way
Through
Morning chores
As bells,
Evening chores
As prayers
And the numb
Unending plea
From every building
Burning
While songs await
Patiently
To share the sentience
Of birds
Who seemingly belong now
To another world
As I look through glass
With occupied eyes,
Rag in hand,
Daring to clean.
