Quotidian Versed

The wind an elegy
Turning from ash, to flesh, to ash,
Time chipping away the reef,
Degrading like trash
And I keep my doing.

Pleasantries and obligations,
Mixing and feuding mundanely
Late nights to early mornings
Fervently, insanely,
I keep my doing.

No more words.
Let that wind sweep away
The debris of impartial thoughts,
The debts I never repay,
So I can sleep uninterrupted.