The day and I are spent
In bits and pieces
Of willing deeds and filling needs.

Uninterrupted thought,
A stranger;
No chance to form and complete.

Calls strongly;
Duty, please, just let me be!

And then,
Day closes.
Duty sleeps.

Brings thought

Face to face
With myself
I see.

Those chains
My crucible;
My joy.

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