Complementarity Pt. 2

The following is part 2 of my long poem, entitled Complementarity

Happy am I as I work
As sweat gleans my substantiveness
As I vanish into the toil

I am the vacuum humming as I enjoy my work
The symmetric lines are my Socrates and Sappho
Knowledge passed in the carpet
I am the plate, the fork, all cutleries am I
All feeders, all silvers, all irons, all!

This is to work
Have you earned the liquid monies of the spirit?
Have you seen your currency spent to moisten the earth beneath?
The replenishable forehead of the galaxy?

Have I not sung in the noon heat while working,
If not more, as much as in the Sunday reverie?
Have I not lent my baritone to the eternal harmony of a laboring universe?
What I have sung, youth and love, you shall sing
What I shall echo, you shall my echo ring