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.
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