Evening Protocol

Got dropped by my colleague In the evening A free ride Slept on the way to remain free from A debt loved and loathed Known by the name of memory There is something A thing Or The thing That requires to be followed Prescription adherence Be home in the evening To sleep away the night Again again again Claim your refuge From the debt called memory Shoes on the asphalt Heading home Avoiding swollen hips Chiselled to pointed heels Walking unsteady Lost looks Maybe planning an assault On The vapours of the Cosmos Home I come to you In the evening I returned to myself To the space free from The debt called memory