Unsalaried Treats

Each word subtracts our present salary
Each thought a receipt
Taxed, for services of the spirit
Lesser value, compare against volumes of pints and asphalt
Each letter is precious, the child forms in hand
Day upon day, mastery at once contributes
Till unions form, sentences with momentary yearn
Why sacrifice for illusive lines and rhythm
Sustain this stroke, utter single breaths heavy
Full of peat smoke burned at youth trapped on the ceiling
Each day rises with the ache of erosion
Word upon man pulling, smoothing,
greater substance collections
add layers for knives into unsalaried treats.

Dontate