We construct for an end we construct


Constructing It


Constructing it can take some time
And time is all you need
And time is all you have at all
Alongside soul, the seed

And time can come by laying still
And still it comes by speed
And inundates constructing it
Though planned so carefully

Over tombs built down below
The cornerstone is set
From spaces god knows when ago
The time spills over it

Build on, severely, and in stone
So that it might last on
Under the blankets of the hours
Cooked by a drunken sun

So time pours over all of us
As pigeons who have come
To peck the crumbs from which we go
Constructing it, alone

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