Articulate Signage foretells a castle moat crowd

Darke Ocean Bean at rest on water

The binary stars stitch a blank

Where the horizon sleeps until dawn

and a quarter.

Sunlight on a church spire unthanked

Organs of choirs sparsely droning

ascend the uprising cricket stones

Rocks rejoin consciousness

Locked in masonry, shaped by bones

Walls have ears, eyes a nose full of itch

a mouthful of mortar, a soul full of bricks

and no one to stack them

and everyone quits

Everything starts a beginning.

 

Done