VIRTUE WILL BEAR US TO THE SKY

Immune from shape
Thought recreates itself
Anew on every slate,
With our troweled hands
And laboured fruits
Contributing to its purpose;
Traffic guiding and
Delighting in the work.
And from the burden of a back,
And ventures taken after,
It performs all miracles
Available and blows
More dust from more
Unknown coves than we
Ever conceived alone,
Or collectively discovered.
Swum up from a lower light
With previous windings,
Mixed and counter signed,
Delivering linguistic
Fixes before we realised
We needed them,
And certain of each bond
Of threaded words;
Whole in the outcome
Offered from such depths
Once cooked and coached,
And made possible by
Us, and impossible to
Refuse, regardless
Of the constant ceilings faced.