Construction

That's the problem with skyscrapers - we forget they were once a sack of cement, rock from the earth we tread on. We think sometimes that they've always been there, or that something more glamorous than callous human hands have created them. I know, it's hard to think that such greatness was dust once, hard to believe that butterflies came from cocoons, or that adults once children

Its much easier picturing them this way, forgetting they went through construction We wake up seeing them the way they are, thinking they were never once humbled, that they have always been this towering strength but

Wouldn't it be interesting to see them again, dust and rock and blood and sweat,


(like how Babel rose with sand and earth,
the same sand and the same earth that it was,
when struck down.)

Construction

That's the problem with skyscrapers - we forget they were once a sack of cement, rock from the earth we tread on. We think sometimes that they've always been there, or that something more glamorous than callous human hands have created them. I know, it's hard to think that such greatness was dust once, hard to believe that butterflies came from cocoons, or that adults once children

Its much easier picturing them this way, forgetting they went through construction We wake up seeing them the way they are, thinking they were never once humbled, that they have always been this towering strength but

Wouldn't it be interesting to see them again, dust and rock and blood and sweat,


(like how Babel rose with sand and earth,
the same sand and the same earth that it was,
when struck down.)