Unrolled far and wide, the blueprints that came first
One architect's plans, for six days he immersed
Plans drafted in ink, for the carpenter next
To lay down framework, as words provoke more text
Bricks now baked and prepared, the foundation to hold
For coming years, when the carpenter's been sold
Here come the masons; quite organized, yet free
Each cornerstone in perfect geometry
Holding compass and square, the orders from high up
Providing boundaries with options to corrupt
Many painters have mused, that times have changed style
From murals to abstract, to landfills they pile
Green bug sweeps on through, landscaping the built home
Gardening the yard, grass to cut and to comb
But not one saw beyond the white picket fence
No neighbors beyond the one world that made sense
Wrapped up in curtains, the bright colors and hues
The wide world around, they haven't got a clue
The home constructed, quite a beauty is she
Now dwells in desolate, dead community
A garden of Eden, built within this very lot
Blindly worked away, while all their surroundings rot
A bubble they made, a lone island for few
While lands have since sunk, leaving vast seas of blue
11/17/13
