He knows things
are being built all day.
Sunlight is being assembled in special ways
so people can flourish
inside it. Here and there
a breeze is being silently constructed,
swirling increasingly among the houses.
He knows
thoughts are constantly assembling themselves
in happiness, and feelings
are being mysteriously manufactured
while he creates a castle called a day
and the skillful universe
continues to raise
its everlasting roof above him.
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