The Shallowair Waste

When the day runs together 
and the evening streams in
through the quiet without
and the mind within

the torrent
the haste
the shallowair waste.

Is there joy in the gift of a life rush-spent?

It fearfully wearies the eyes and swift
-ly erodes the skill of division and rest

a mess of stressful somnolence
that holds a zomian line as plight
or pioneering push, for fight:
"Expand the home,
the life,
Shalom"

But naught behind
and naught before,
no gain we find
amassing more.

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