So When You Knock Down the Walls

​So when you knock down the walls
The dust clouds rise and cover
All of your furniture. How long
It will take until you recover

Yourself, under the chaise longue.
And if you want to lose your
Self (because you are too coarse,
Or pure but bound, and you can’t endure

The tyranny of gravity), you lose
The empty hollow of each quill
With which to fly. You wanted 
To be free, you wanted to distill

The core of meaning in an anarchy
Of art. Oh wise heart but heavy head,
Acknowledge gravity, walk freely,
Or rise to lookout point, and lack bread.