The Laboratory

From
Too many gods
Too many dreams
Too many bills
Too many seams

Time to scrimp
Time to prune
Time to lay away stock
Before the turning time of June after May I

Design the mad plan
Assemble the infrastructure
Test the kit
Tweak the fit, turn the granite to glass

Devilish palms rub each other
Brooding eyes cast over the clutter
More design, more accidents penciled out
Transmutation begins...
Bringing forth that seen inside
Becoming outside

Art thou Art dangerous love
Illustrate why fingers have their nails
Under glove
Why hammers their claw
Why teeth together saw
What I do

Art life Art death Art depth
From uncolored emergence to
Invisible breath
The shape of the lip
The sound
The sigh

In the laboratory, Aye!
I scheme tonight
Turning my tools
Templing my sight

Art crash Art wand Art set
Memes made flesh
Visions beget
What you see

Begin, end, renew
Bring your human hands
Your fluttering thought machine
Red shifting blue

Let us to tinkering
Beneath the year’s lowest time
Of cold and black

Let us to wandering
With questioning hands and
Thumbind guesses

Let us to secret room play
To
Making some thing fun today