block on block
up one
knock after knock
up another two
talk on talk
stones into temples
one way we walk
trying to somehow fly
diagrams scratched out
so much colourful chalk
hop scotch for little ones
tall people and little folk
striving for upwards
dreamy times when we woke
we saw it was downwards
spirals with wheel spokes
one thought binding
taken abruptly to another
viral thinking is like finding
predestined forests of ancient oak
one block at a time
hopefully as we build
one era after another
we won't just choke
evoking line after line
like some sweeping vine
hedge work and handy work
ultimately by some divine
giant people and simple folk
improving what is
yours and mine
block upon block
civil is the real sign
sometimes I think
it's muck on muck
not much understanding
compounding what is base
so good luck
to us one and all
good luck
who face such yuck
so good luck
sometimes we're stuck
good luck
so if we must surrender
with all our hard luck
we'll find life
can still be tender
if only we can decide
we're safely unstuck
so block on block
building things up
towards an imminent sky
deciding we need to stare down
when things are amok
decide to refit gems
from creation's golden crown

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