A Poem : I Was Free Here For A Time

Time sold cheaper than all my words; I was free here for a time. With all the old lists of all my old losings as company through my chores; the doors still spun all the same and I was free here for a time.

Words stank so softly of cinder; I was free here for a time. Ears a' ringin' loftily and spirit soarin' loftily and loftily I lived for no more; I remembered little all the same and I was free here for a time.

Cinder burned through all my mind; there was only this and nothing more. With my time all sold and my words grown cold; I was free here for a time.