I am one of those wandering
in the debris of irresponsibility
Crumbling monoliths of grandiose resolve
left by those who rampaged before me.
If I am to build again,
I must reach deep into the dirt
Buried in the past is a truth that’s whole.
I will build a simple house,
one of stone and sunlight—
with a visionary vine climbing
up the window to the stars!
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