And the hammering of concrete
It rained last night but I didn’t hear a thing
The darkness of the will
Embedded in matter
Is being broken up and reassembled
By the thoughts of the timbers
Eased into place around windows
And doors open to the future
At ten a swallowtail appeared inside
Causing the workers to stop and stare
Everything went quiet foolish
As if asking for a moment
Who could build a house
Of wings like these
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