Erector Set

I'm crafting a world with all of my poems

My own make-a-world with people and things

Above the world looms my countenance

Below, the new world future hangs.

I'm building a place made out of dreams

Erector set wishes from one single life

I'm giving them wings and places to go

Hope and expectation of joy are rife.

I'm holding a universe with trembling hands

The space above lies endless and black

The creatures beneath me are asking for proof

And wondering if I will ever come back.

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