My Kingdom
is a builder,s yard.
A Bethlehem
of measurement
of plasterboard and timbering.
An interwoven sepulchre
of garrulous vernacular.
Expletive-laden badinage,
our handle of the hardstand
is the character of companies
I keep.
And unto these
my time is priced,
my soul is planed,
my name is signed...
but
in the dark
of winter evenings,
watching ancient planets rise,
I contemplate the other lives
another me, might live...
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
My Kingdom
is a builder,s yard.
A Bethlehem
of measurement
of plasterboard and timbering.
An interwoven sepulchre
of garrulous vernacular.
Expletive-laden badinage,
our handle of the hardstand
is the character of companies
I keep.
And unto these
my time is priced,
my soul is planed,
my name is signed...
but
in the dark
of winter evenings,
watching ancient planets rise,
I contemplate the other lives
another me, might live...
Bethlehem- Bedlam
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