brick builders with visions blurred
optically unnerved by a spasm surpassed
ground to the halt to howl their wolves
at the world full of fury frowned
their eyebrows twitched and blinked
blank versed 'n blowin' their trumpets
at the cost of ice cold sounds call call
through the frost ' fighting freeze
where shalt thou sur a whimper breeze
in visionsected marble I marvel at all time
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