Sonnet #169

I know how to live, but not how to stop,

I wake, I breathe, I fill my mouth with water

The aches and creaks I cultivate and fodder

Keep me grounded, while I close crop

The weeds upon my skin, and scrape

The chaos off that always stinks like empty

Houses filled with rainwater, plenty

of time spent smelling good, all us great apes

Must dress ourselves, and leave the room

We know how to live, it's moving through

The tasks at hand, keeping up the zoom

of everything, maintaining houses (make room

Make room for more life) struggle on to

the next room, the next room, (make room)