1.
[...]all things kneel
to ideals because it will not do
to buckle[...]
[...]like bees, blind
and building not a fortress
but the scaffolds to encase it
midst construction...forget
the fortress. The stacked carapaces,
the volume of
exhaustion, together & yielding the lost-wax
cast, the absent spire at center-[...]
"passion-a word born to mean suffering"[...]
2.
Mine is not the mouth
of an architect, teeth set
& grinding at the wrong angles
for textbook drawings,
please leave with the impression
that I have no designs. I am only alive.
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