The voiceless hours consume
And I’m swollen with peace
So shamelessly, splayed and mute

All that remains of me
Is a mindless pulse
The daily, heave and drag

Alive
In its far and wide plunder
Wondrous and bare
It has leveled, my stride to a crawl

Praise the day
And its landfall of peace
A faceless marauder
Who has left me
Derailed in wealth