And move on
One archetype blurted to another
I was listening at the keyhole
Of the world again
At the early stages of its construction
When they were testing
Various mortar recipes
To hold the stones together
So they could turn the real work
Over to the circles and the triangles
And the lovely half-moon shapes
Assembling their castles of mistakes
Out of the native clay
In barely a day
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