Soft blows of a hammer on wood
Tapping it all perfectly into place
My neighbor's always making crosses
Or working on his salvaged cars
Two skills I never mastered
Though I did lease a little factory
Of words on the outskirts of town
Until I filled it up
With useless fictions and had to
Burn it down to stay alive
One bone-chilling night
I had yet to learn the carpentry
Of invisible things
How to set the heart humming
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