Born again,
Rising from the sometimes
black abyss of self,
essence of soul
disappating,disappearing
into thin air,
as ether or laquer thinner
vanishes from the here and now.

Whats left but,
torn pockets,
grin of saw blade teeth,
routers high pitched whine,
laminate chips lodged
in socks and shoes,
and endless tape measure miles
delved out an inch at a time.