Danny Rose
New member
In every needle stitched and sowed, the sapling
Of a soul within an iron vase:
A voice within a word: Tower of industry!
Whose steely chassis marks the very boundaries
Of its own unbounding in the sounding
Of the pillar of a phrase. And Built!
The Tower Built! Careful, watch it waver
On a turn of phrase, porous thing,
Modulated thing, swollen by a life
Of turning, ever turning on itself:
Piece of meat that knowing knows, and Built.
A Muse itself the epic of its musings
By making Man the brazen tapestry
Which sings the song that makes the doing done.
Of a soul within an iron vase:
A voice within a word: Tower of industry!
Whose steely chassis marks the very boundaries
Of its own unbounding in the sounding
Of the pillar of a phrase. And Built!
The Tower Built! Careful, watch it waver
On a turn of phrase, porous thing,
Modulated thing, swollen by a life
Of turning, ever turning on itself:
Piece of meat that knowing knows, and Built.
A Muse itself the epic of its musings
By making Man the brazen tapestry
Which sings the song that makes the doing done.