We are operating just a little separated from exhaustion
A thin distance
from the demarcation between light and shadow
An abbreviated skip from falling onto our bellies and
hugging cool sheets
We crawl through the itchy fibers of obligations
And paint on attire
We lunge forward in caffeinated spasms
And bathe with glossy eyelids laced at the lashes
Every day we relinquish a control
The one that led us to circus tricks
The one we continue to cultivate for the hope of balance
