Spirit cannot force body to focus-
dizzy, room spinning exhaustion
leads to duo of needed naps.
One week’s works of days
that end at three AM and restart
at 9, trying to chronicle greatness
broadcast via cathode ray tubes.
I am thinking of undone work
as body, still tired, rouses
and housemate, who job involves
lifting spastic physical self,
enters with perfect non-sequitur,
“Did you know we can print houses now?”