What this world needs is more bricklayers With red dirt spirit and innovative skills Who build masterpieces as walls of

Wrapped around like a vast blanket Under, over, ever changing, ever moving Shape shifting, ever present, always fluid, never set,

I leap thy earth. I sore thy sky. I span thy ocean. To make world mine! To ashes to ashes

Modeled after brick and stone, the cinderblocks and dolomites that long have kept our ancient homes half hidden from the

The freezing cold water , cuts through my hair But I still take it on me , and blindly stare

For you my sleep and social life I’ve surrendered Yet I’m so afraid to say But I work with all