He is the final builder of the total building,

The final dreamer of the total dream,

Or will be. Building and dream are one.

There is a total building and there is

A total dream. There are words of this,

Words, in a storm, that beat around the shapes.

There is a storm much like the crying of the wind,

Words that come out of us like words within,

That have rankled for many lives and made no sound.

He can hear them, like people on the walls,

Running in the rises of common speech,

Crying as that speech falls as if to fail.

There is a building stands in a ruinous storm,

A dream interrupted out of the past,

From beside us, from where we have yet to live.