The Art of Getting By -------------------------------------------
I work the make-line and clean house
scrub that shit until my knuckles bleed
crack the skin like we scar the earth
sharpen steel through razor-tooth
words weave throughout endlessly
verses form and verses fade away
Most escape the nets lay in wait
pen in breast pocket, eager for the peace
relentlessly
created
setting words to script in harmony
setting pace to flow and forming essence
letting myself expand to natural sureness
don't force it
smiling as the composition coalesces before me
effortless finding and following a rhythm