These illusions we have built;
castles in the sky where riches gild our every motion - they are so:
Falsities. Lies that comfort and steal;
binding chains by which we are made slaves of another's will.

Collectively,
obsessively,
let us melt them down and build for ourselves a tower;
an edifice of resplendent brick mortared by truth and conviction,
etched by the implacable-
-love
(and)
-derision
sat within our *******; a furnace for smelting.