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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