The wind brought us here;
The slate, the dirt, the lava.
We congregate at the edge
Of the endings we did not
See coming.

Dealing with debris that we
Did not ask for. Forming our
Desperation into impenetrable
walls. Pushing our hope down
To the sea floor, erecting our issues with trust.

Raising mountains has never been
so perfect, so exquisite.
Growing in strength without resentment.
Attempting architecture so complicated
that even the gods are jealous.