Often confusing

Listen

Marbled marble, cracks and garble.
Masons sweat, elixir travels.
Thrones so high that babel weeps,
Envious pride, joyous peaks.
Ours to fix, ours to build.
So many problems, so easy to miss.
Every repair, repaint, reglaze,
Even more chips away, little breaks.
We are masters of our craft,
Who better to fix than us masons fat.
No man an island, no throne alone,
We share our problems, to let other know.
Who better to fix, than us our griefs,
Sometimes all it needs is a can to hold,
All the dust, shavings and seams.
All the excess, broken and chipped away to reveal,
The gouges and scars, cracks underneath.
The can cannot solve what we know.
Sometimes we must listen, the excess throw,
A bin to hold as they grow.