The parapet

I have...absolutely no idea what this means.

...but apparently it's poetry.    (Or what comes of red wine on a Tuesday night).



PARAPET:

Step by step, brick by brick…

Building an empire;

Building a wall.

A higher place, to climb up & over;

To rise above,

The fall.

My ink is all that makes the mortar

I sing another line

Of pebbles.

Hands full of stones

And pictures and twine,

Somewhere, the Autumn is calling a memory..

Remember I’m only.

Remember I’m fine.

If two & two is four,

So surely,

Than why am I left standing with three?

These figures, I’ll crush them

Until they fit

So solidly, making

A sculpture

Of me

And a little bird told me…

So many things. 

The truth unravels, if you pull 

Just...one...string...

But high in my castle,

I am full, like the wind

And through all the ruins,

I’ll sing…