The Work
Ignoring biology
Laughing at the gravity
You worship obscure ideas
Moving deeper afield
The day comes down like rain
Without stopping to wipe your face
You climb the steps to the space
To start from zero again
Relying on changing thoughts
Firing on pure impulse
The work takes on a form
Then you take it apart
It tells you when you’ve had enough
You’re left feeling spent and undone
You add a distance just enough
To understand its charms