Foundation Poem by Kiri Xiong

I've applied it over and over and over again
It's my daily routine, my butter my bread
An emptiness first echoes then the first layer lies
Pipes run deep, it may ruin your lives
There is no plan, no way, no path
and it will roam over us, over the mass
Though, as necessary, it'll cause much damage
Like a good one hit the worst player can manage
Each given a role, not more than we can handle
But the sum is still high, it'll make you in total
Still we build and we build, our tower of silver
Eventually we find that gold will slip under
So we make our dues and take our time
For when we get there, the room will be sublime