This is where it happens
In the blood, the muck
Where it gets dirty
The mess, the chaos
It’s agnostic to
Everybody
This is when it happens
When the chips are down
When time is out
The blur of inaction
Of aprehension
Of doubt and wait
This is how we get down to the marrow
Grinding and grinding at neck-breaking pace
A sacrifice of flesh for a share in the Earth
This is who we become, became
Arcane, archaic, orchestrated
The hot tight cosmos of pain
This is what it is, a pulse, an ache
A reason to be, to beat
To see