What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . . Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . . And after a while they will fall to dust and rain; Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands; And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.

Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid, We have built a tower of stone high into the sky, We have built a city of towers.

There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees What we are blind to,-we who mass and crowd From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.

We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the…

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