some old slag

it went out like a tide.

piled up and came back with every inhale of a breath.

He was digging a trench. no not a grave, but to hit solid bedrock. from which he would lay his foundation stones. 

he was using what he had

some old slag.

some rejected stones 
that foundation was to be set not on sand.

belief in what he was doing was like the sweat that poured off him

a great house.
every gleam of dirt sprinkle

and sparkle whole universes being destroyed and created 

an infinity between each number

a loud clank and an obstruction

finally bedrock

infinity became finite again and we layed the foundation stones
those to great to be held by most

those to astonishing to be remembered by most

but those who remembered..

carried within them the light of day 

slept not and when it was dark

their lights carried on. through all space and time and after

when time passed away we realized all that was left was space
so much so and an abundance…

when you grasp at something with no integrity, when you try and feel something with no knowledge of right action and true capability of the human spirit. its like grasping at nothing. its a pack of lies. its like there is nothing there to hold on to.

He was digging a trench. no not a grave, but to hit solid bedrock. from which he would lay his foundation stones. 

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