Good Work

To the finish, always working

Art of privilege, love emerging

From the formless mass of clay

Free to fashion as I may

What been resting on my mind,

Good works happening, all the time.

Cutting into the center.

Dissolving my body.

I become you,

To understand better.

I become you,

To get deeper

Than they knew

I could go.

And we can go…

To the finish, always working

Act of privilege, soul emerging

From the formless mass of clay

Hope to capture, as I pray

For what’s been banging on my mind,

Good works happening, all the time.

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