Outstretched hands
I'm governed by a cycle of choices
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Dirt under my fingernails
I listen to a thousand voices
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Gripping a shovel
I break earth and hit layers of shale
Break.
Stop.
Withdraw.

Eleven barren harvests
Yielding no fruit; just a thin, darkened veil
Break.
Stop.
Withdraw.

I suppose by now my disposition is bitter
From the gravitas that courses these bloodless veins
Write.
Speak.
Destroy.

I collect no glee from your failure
Nor scintillating coins that rattle at feet like chains
I just write.
Speak.
Destroy.