The Lost Bell

Out of the provinces, lies my line... Toiling the toxic night, Nightmarish lackey of the routine... I, child of the leaves... Left the soil, My Memsahib detached... My soul beats the sidewalk, A drain to a city's sidewall... Am a volatile turbine, Urging my soul to rest in the shed, Away from the jostled shadows... Losing time, I lose the fragrance of the sunshine.