The sounds of hammers echo here.
They're rebuilding what used to be,
A shrine to the ancients;
the ones who got it right.
In retrospect, they taught us a few things.
We learned division,
that we may divide ourselves by every measure
and still find another reason to separate.
And how there is no last wall at the end of all things
Yet still we aim for the next one
in hopes to one day arrive there.
In this, the quiet division of home,
The sunlight knows me only through a mutual friend.
We exchange glances like old friends with bitter grudges
but I still secretly want it to go back
to what we used to have
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