THE ANCHOR OF ROUTINE

Today

was exhausting,

Just dong the compulsory

mandates

within the ticks of exhaling

were a laborious

indulgence.

But would life

ever be as sweet

without the mar

of humanness

to bleed our

essence

so illusion

didn’t control

our thoughts?

The answer

comes in quirks and pains

where we rejoice

over the things we treat with disdain.