≈ In the Pinewaves ≈
Angel Marcloid
These rocks absolutely must become jewels by
First light tomorrow
When I do the dishes
Somewhere, arguing
Rehearsing, fixing everyone
Turning up slate slabs for signs I'm heard
I put it down
The oscillation
I hear it tones muscles
Bullshit
I’m owed strength now
I just won't work
Just make me face it
In the pinewaves
I'm not paying for a mantra
What’s stopping it from landing?