#2,516 A tacit house

A tacit house – this my echo
chamber of miry reverb – in
two hours it’ll be soundless
for another night – Stillness
rules me here [it is too easy
to not move – to lie down &
nap for an afternoon whilst
others graft] but grind’ll tie
& bind us [we swing higher]
& swept by shove of clients
until we loosen timed grips
of deadlines [& knots’ll slip
for us & grab on bent necks
until we snap] – time is now
to claim [stillness my ruler]