HOMO FABER
(Man the Maker)
I may have found the workman's hat,
landing as it were on water. A very
small moment and a very small wind,
pushing forward through the slog of time.
How well we thicken the soup of the
matter we live : girders and concrete,
wide panes of blue glass, doors made
and rimmed by metal frames and braces.
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Many years back, when Adam was but a
wee lad, the land stepped forth free and
ample and wide - unfettered occasions
made better by all those firsts and
singular moments. Ah, but then it all
passed - the routine of the drudge,
that serpent we hear of : the
marker of the maker and
all mankind too.
(Man the Maker)
I may have found the workman's hat,
landing as it were on water. A very
small moment and a very small wind,
pushing forward through the slog of time.
How well we thicken the soup of the
matter we live : girders and concrete,
wide panes of blue glass, doors made
and rimmed by metal frames and braces.
-
Many years back, when Adam was but a
wee lad, the land stepped forth free and
ample and wide - unfettered occasions
made better by all those firsts and
singular moments. Ah, but then it all
passed - the routine of the drudge,
that serpent we hear of : the
marker of the maker and
all mankind too.
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