I see an empty plot of land

With lengthened grass, and where I stand,

A dream of earth be’ng moved by man

Encompasses me.

The plans I make improve this place.

To lighten loads, I quicken pace.

It’s not an isolated case

Encompassing me.

My mind, my pen, relieve the strain

That’s put on shoulders, neck, and brain

By Fear that dreams will not retain

Amusing memories.

And no, I sleep not much tonight:

These prints of blue have ends in sight!

I must make sure no wall stands trite,

Abusing memories.

And now these men must build my wish.

With utter keenness I must dish

The orders to best accomplish

This tumbling for my goal.

With concrete feet and wooden veins

My dream takes form. I hold the reins

Of five big locomotive trains

That rumble towards my goal.

The foundation is set by now;

The windows are in place. Somehow,

The feeling that was once a noun

Is reaching for the sky.

Put on that roof, and make it fast;

The treasures ‘low live to outlast.

My mind has slipped into a vast

Remission, touching sky.

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There is a time to sleep I have reached before

With an uninterrupted daze I made,

But epochs collide and ages age and that was long ago.

This dawn rises with consternation,

I have turned over innumerable sighs,

The sun is bright through the slanted shades,

And I have forgotten my cause.