The Cosmos Requires This Work from Me

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Is it daytime or nighttime? It’s not that I care.
I could glance at the corner to know which it is.
By not caring, I’m knowing that I’m on my game.
I can write through the night knowing from whence it came.
And its source will not let my mind turn into fizz.
I am constantly working. To me that seems fair.

All this work that I do… Who and what is it for?
Did I fall through a crack in the cosmos somehow?
Who on earth gives me license to do what I do?
There are others who do this… perhaps better too.
My authority comes from the ones who allow
Every being alive to achieve what is more.

Not a timeclock is present here in my workspace.
I’m kept track of by bosses not seen with my eyes.
They know well when I’m working. It’s all of the time.
Even while I’m unconscious I’m driven by rhyme.
All I know about time is it seems that it flies
As I’m doing what’s best for me at my own pace.

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