Who lay this atmospheric wall-
paper against the high ceiling;

Who knew stain on volatile floor-
boards would fluoresce so well against;

Who noticed aligned sister sea-
bed sheets made far from brother sky;

Who held the chisel to vast land-
scape with such a thunderous fist;

Who sowed springtime into the nest-
eggs with both wings and leaves alike;

Who had lungs enough to fill man-
kind to brim with eternal air;

Man learns the speak,
Man knows of sin,
Man yearns for war,
Man leaves to kin;

Who was so grand to build and go-
at once as soon as He had come?


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