Poet, build a home for abandoned souls
Build of strings and throat and forgotten hopes.
Raise the roof beams higher for you never know
Who will come for hiding in your brand new home
Don't forget the shutters
For closing off daylight
Use all words unuttered beautiful and bright
Waste all your possessions on castle on the sand
Useless things and precious spend and spend and spend
When the work is over sit and face the door
They will come some moment and then will come for more
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