Drop/Unfinished

I drop into the vastness of my heart.

Sparkless, it's dark and my art is to kill.

Floating, I'm in 'a spacecraft looking chill.

Hoofing it, pushing it.

Still I am, feeling real.

I Zen over the hill and then closer.

I will fulfil my ten commandments.

I'm 'ma jump right in when men advances.

With answers to challenge them to mend circumstances.

I'm 'ma invert to work, murking stances to insert working chances.