#887 - I am building

 

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I am building

for ghost writing

 

brick by word

from cutting, seed

of timber and of mud

 

am building thunder

it’s sincerely

by every instrument, by eye

with all my wits about

 

and everyone around me

is shoulder to this wheel

building stairs and corridors

 

green from a fallen phrase

leaf through

 

I am letting the garden along

the picture in the poem

from dust and a to-do list

who knows what treasure piles?

 

vine and spire and stars

 

I am building a nest

for the birds in my head

against the storm

and from it too

 

I am building the paint in layers

building the music

I build myself up

 

pile clouds of a conquest

gild sun with such empire

 

from ruin to ruin

I’m building

 

nothing to touch

all perfect so it must be

 

I am building

my own pyramid

my hecatomb

my pyre