You worked probably more than you should have Lifting earth to cut rubies Cutting rubies to meet gazes Forcing cardiac tissue into carborundum Making a clean fit Shifting perspectives Like lifting earth.
And you worked probably more than you should have Catching chances Sifting through the reverberations Saving slivers of light. Lifting rubies in the night Weaving your life in impossible spaces With the last scraps of a corroding Logic, and a corrosive logic spurned.