I pull myself apart
into a whirlwind of thought and task
and I build temples of projects
slightly slanted, teetering
for the right moment to topple
flooding me, overwhelmed
and I feel I need to wedge
myself in a timeline
give a little order to these muses
pulling me apart, trying
to divide me into seven
wonders and I am lost
within each task, pulling myself
into ribbons, unravelling
I need to learn to weave
overlapping each thought
so the tasks weave together
so I will take one day
bathe each muse in attention
until they spark