I am the Material, and I am the Maker.

Throwing myself into life with a purpose

It hits like a smack in the face

And then I’m stuck.

And I begin to turn, is this really a direction at all?

Haven’t I done all this before?

What is the point? I'm back

Where I started. Telling myself

"I have a purpose and I have a goal".

And so a single drop of water seals fate.

My life is jumbled in too many ways to count pieces of

Me going in every direction.

I spin circles gaining speed

Fighting for control of myself while life stresses

Pull me upwards, pressing me down

Pressure is natural, stay in control.

I am flexible, potential, willing, and material;

Intuitive, commanding, authoritative, I am the maker.

As Material, I agree to let the maker have the control of my chaos

As Maker I attempt to coax control from the chaos of the material.

Don’t forget the foundational support from which everything else builds.

And I build. I feel with my own hands the potential for nothing at all.

The potential for anything.

Needing to be done.

Become becomes became

I want to BE, but growth

Changes.

Creation is rarely simple.

Painfully stretched, I’m sure you can see the imperfections,

Corrections.

My mistake, do you know?

I haven't aimed for perfection. Yet

The material is under my hand, fighting back

In the same way I resist

Leadership is nonautonomous.

And can I pull beauty out of mud?

Become something,

Someone?

Each time around again

"Repeat after me"

Pieces on classes on people on material, repeat.

What has been made beautiful,

Made intrinsically simple

Made blatantly obvious.

To be necessary to all,

Potentially none.

Maintain relationship, balance

Yourself for them.

Predict the unexpected,

Gaze through glossy mortar getting nowhere.

Intangible change doesn't count.

Counting on physical progress to replace

Hypothetically half formed thought,

Which Values?

Still there is abandoned unfinished product

Hands off! Time is up, material Maker!

Watch for mistakes, Maker.

You haven't stopped crying

You're Material, drying, unfinished, product to be

Come like yourself.

Maker, mold into what has already been made

Your place.

Indent into the world your identity.

Make me proud.