Woven

Woven</u>

That's their issue of light not mine
That's your calling all fingers to weave
That's our spiderweb woven snare
It's us who are giddy
It's us who are silly with grief
It's me whose nervous tension
diverts all to stifle low
Craving the taste of alignment
Bailing at the source
That's your water weight retention
It's your weighing all aspects
That's my doubled indiscretion
It's our nine to five regression
It's eleven hours of sleep
Divided by pi calculating
The area of a mishap
The radius of radiating heat
The circumference of belonging
That's my longing leapt in the air   
There's leftovers left to down