Stones
Stones laid one before the other
According to my plan.
A plan, not drawn in indigo and white,
Marches on in halting steps
Towards a goal that I design,
The line, straight as I am able,
True as my eye can see.
Stones laid one on one
Climbing up to heaven
Aspiring, perhaps, to Grace
Touching the hems of angels and saints.
Row upon row, each nestled secure
On the shoulders of others.
No less an ambition
Than the architects of Babel.
Stones in precise sequence,
Step One , then Step Two.
Part A fits into Part B.
It’s all so simple
When you follow the plan.
Church? Temple? A bastion of Man’s pride?
A hovel, or a hut?
It’s all the same to me.
It’s only a wall,
One stone before the other,
One stone atop the other,
Stretching out
Reaching up
According to my plan.
Stones as words
Palimpsest 
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