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"The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life or of the work, and if he take the second, must refuse a heavenly mansion raging in the dark."
William Butler Yeats

"By wisdom a house is built,
and through understanding it is established;
through knowledge its rooms are filled
with rare and beautiful treasures."
King Solomon, Proverbs 24: 3-4 (NIV)

I've seen the guts of the homes
we build here on the hillsides.
Even in the best of cases, they are
spindly, bowed and tacked together --
just a bunch of little sticks,
stacked up a certain way as quickly as possible.

There is a bit of bedrock just
beneath my ribs in the space there.
Walls with secret places for things
I can't imagine yet are rising from the mist,
in that forest where a small man drags ancient stones,
with sure hands, preparing a home.