Here, Everyday

I come to your well everyday
Tell you my story, every day
The same — the same — revolving cylinders
You take in what I built every day
Turn me and mine into slush, every day

I am here, telling you — again
Find me. See me. Recognize.
Now forget. All of it. We must rewrite.
My every move, my everyday

Empty wells
Water settled in them as steam, as damp air
You turn, I fill. You crush, I stack
I finish everyday, you reassemble
every day

For the dust you mine, For the coal I stack
For the skeletons you pound, For the cinders I neglect
For the days you atomise, For the ashy droplets I drink
My every day comes to you, to be considered
Your profound well, sucks it every day

~