The Satisfaction of Labour

i am a little frightened of moths
The reason in simple: immense flapping, colorless beings flying by my lamp as I read reminds me of that one time
it was a gray time, full of the noise and clutter of many things
He took to watching clocks during the working hours, willing time between the inertia of coffee breaks
His productivity increased as a result, and in due time he received his reward
and allowed the satisfaction of labour to extend past its completion
that laboured mixture conferring possession
upon obsession. The intoxication that pulls you down
will carry you in a basket
wrapped in the wrappers of Amaretti biscuits, and the feathers of ducks.