when the spirit burns
beds go unmade
boxes don’t get unpacked
no meals are cooked so
there are no dishes to wash
one purpose sustains
every corpuscle
turned to I will
every muscle
all thoughts
every intention
bend to task
I am we
we are infinite
we know nothing of failure
although of course we have fell down
we bounce back
hive mind
we will
mountains move
seas part
skies open
even in the absence of
manna we shall be fed
the work of the hands
is a powerful prayer
miracles abound here
many mountains behind us
many mountains before us
building the road as we go