Built in the fashion of a tower--
Perhaps the first ever.
None conceived a touch could exceed the treetops.
Suddenly there was an air of hope,
Confident surges and a creative passion inventive of color--
There came new light in the original shadow,
It too devised by human hands,
Reaching not for the nearest rungs of heaven
But fanning in provident mid-stretch
To curb the Sun.
The Monkey
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There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
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