A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
You with your brick, your mortar, your clay.
You built skyscrapers of knowledge
And temples of stories.
The rest of us gaze at your constructions
As they tower above, hidden in the midst of the mediocre and the macabre.
They are our rivers to the stars
And our caverns to the depths of the earth.
Here on the surface,
We want nothing more than to venture within such genius
And to explore these structures you’ve created
With your hands, your eyes, your mind.
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