Construction Time

Construction Time

out of the ground after months 
the forms rise and multiply
on the horizon straight from your mouth
its concept’s been realized
you have to block out everything now 
got to be blind to the chaos 

got to climb those walls 
maybe then it’ll exist 

behind closed doors 
schemes are planned 
money changes men 
love’s opposite 

you can’t get close 
can’t stand the smell 
measure the distance 
and get back to it 

and you keep on keeping on 
and the form evolves it begins to walk

and you give it everything it wants 
now it’s growing out of your house  

and you hope and you pray 
that all your math wasn’t wrong

◄ Broken time machine

At lunch ►


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