Pens and Pennies

Surely:
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
Laid to rest.

Where I made my bed,
Where I laid my head,

Searching for a little something
To take, hold
Hone my own,

Chisel and stone,
Hand and hammer,
Happy and scattered.

Traveling disaster,
Spun tight around the matters:
The spool of conditioning.

Perchance and penance,
Pens and pennies,
Floods of energy,
Crashed electricity,

Resplendent Selectivity.