Creaky Creak
Awash with fatigue
Beached with exhaustion
Bodies bones creak and groan
Understanding how a rocking chair came to be
Movement
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
Coming from nowhere
Going nowhere
Feeling aches
This is what it is and feels like in this world, where time holds age like a slave.
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