WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…