Filament, rebar, stucco, paint

(Something I wrote for somebody.)

It's materials of gray
And gray matter
That builds.
It's green and it's blue and it's red
That
Fill in
That overflow
That make the build worth doing.
It's ancient words and
forgotten thoughts
Stuck in the cracks and
Us, breathing
Speaking new life to words that
Never were
That lay what's on top
Deciding
Where it goes from here.
And when one day
It is a room
In which people can
Stand and make laughter
And forget that they were worried
About anything
That is how it
Will be
Put together.
It's constructed from the bottom up
And the inside out
One single
Day at
A time.