Builder

When you know it is there

through our peripheral

or through our quantum lens, heart 

a string between telephones, and your warmth, 

the stone hearth of your empire

here with me. 

I know its there, because they are stacked just so

you hung them in order

you placed them in category

this work of art

aesthetic. colossal

difficult to comprehend

a tall drink of church

a melt of spire

There was no ribbon cutting

No rented tux

The day the last rafter was set, or yesterday when the lights were upgraded

the day when this place was imagined, or your last breath here on earth

This Cupola became, 

the day you were born.

This Cupola is forever changing in shape, though no one has been on that roof since.

The sky has hurdled by, and our hearts have evolved limitless. 

still. static by measurement. 

But pulsing in the traffic of our routines. 

 

The universe is expanding, because of creators like you

creating spaces

Sacred.