Issued the foundation plan, the base the structure rests upon,
under additional addenda, the vision must emerge and the method
and material and the building begins; rising in the mind
as a skeleton, a maze of supporting parts and connecting
members all placed and welded into the grid.
But this is not my place, concern for the steel and dirt,
the concrete or the men from other countries making
their way in the world today working in the ditches
and climbing up to the top. The documents indicate
my place at the end of things, placing intricate
networks of wiring and devices that create the music
within the structure, the light and voices, lifting
beyond the places we work and remember for the life
we've been given: I light the memories, give background
to the songs we sing when we are in bed thinking about work.
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