I have two piles of bricks
called He Knew and Didn’t Do
and I think to fashion them
into a fortress round my soul.
No drawbridge ‘cause I know
foundations laid on ego beds
will soon one day collapse
and let the loving in.
Still and all, I think to be
the architect of stubbornness
and engineer of righteousness
here on my pedestal.
Brick on brick, brick on brick,
how useless building what will fall
yet build I do with no drawbridge
to my own off-centre plans.
Only when I’m balanced
twixt this world and the next
can I rest beside still waters
and suffer your meanderings ~
but I have two piles of bricks!
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