Pull

1.

You can feel that pulse.

        Bump.  Bump.

That throb ticking like your old grandfather clock.

        Tick.  Tock.

You've got to settle into the blank space and conjure
everything that makes you more.

2.

Oh the white noise buzzing in my ears
we all fear something,
running my hands over my eyes so the walls stop moving
we all strive for everything,
constantly repeating old phrases but never changing the tide
we all fall.

3.

You're walking on the wrong step,
waking up everyday forgetting what you just remembered,
it isn't what others say,
you've got to stop lip-singing to others,
work,
you've trundled this long don't slow down,
work,
you're chipping closer to a final piece,
so work.