The Bathroom Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Where the secrets and rates of the heart pounce and ounce the coins that engulf in life. How many any tiny thin the thick conscience that sly and fly high. Bye bye relief and relieve knock and mock of the evening that sound the pitch of hitch. Ditch the early morning when sunrise settle and resettle the nature and nurture within the flesh. Leash of the journeying soul as a soft and smooth tread upon the dusty roads revive and derive the lost senses of life.