I am no welderer, but a prospector, scout
–these hands uproot obstacles, sift and lift drift–
a mapmaking contemplative am I, devout
in my quest to find paths ‘cross each foreboding ridge
encircling our abandoned malls, which constrict
any exit from this swelling-marketplace trick.
An architect, yes: but the blueprints I gift
to hands that can execute drudgeries — pout
if you hate this division of labor, are miffed…
though I don’t much care whether you are.
–but, problem: I need to build a bridge.
Bridges are needed (and some of mine are now “were”)
as the center breaks up and spins out to the rim
from centerless centrifugal forces that spin
all things to their camps, bunkers, products preferred.
This problem’s not new, and lest one think it just mine,
it is ours, spread over the news all the time.
Into the Clarities 
You are such an architect with words! Always a pleasure to read.
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Very kind of you.
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I can’t wrap by brain around your wordsmithing skills. You’re fantastic.
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I always have the same bad dream
I’m driving a car always going over a bridge
And all I have are rims for tires
Just thought I throw that in
So now what about this build
Because labor right now is cheap
I’ll work for free if that would help
The Sheldon Perspective
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My God, I love your comments, Sheldon. I always feel so damn good, and for so very long, after reading them.
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Well you know my friend the way things are going
the only thing that we will have
Left are these bonds on the internet
That and the gerbils on the wheel
The Sheldon Perspective
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No! I refuse to believe it. Love to you on your cloudy days, Sheldon.
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Great blog this.You certainly have a way with words.Keep up the good work.
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Thank you! Will do. Thank you for visiting!
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