Performers of the Only Painless Feat,

A catastrophe arrived, it sat in my seat.
The disaster required attention,
Longed for sympthathetic words, not reconstruction,
left only a catastrophe behind.

I decided to begin building, I sat in my seat.
Panic, a restlessness to begin
laying bricks, dry stones,
upon the foundations of knowledge.

Appraising the plans, I was driven from my seat,
costing the research,
the brain's energy sent to my legs,
Cleaning the gutters of this gross heresy,
tomorrow's work.