Life is a house in ruins...

And we mean to fix it up 
and make it snug.
With our hands we knock it 
into shape to the very top.
Like our life's...

Two in touch. That's the craft
we nurture in folding doubled flesh
on a frame.
Like our life's...

Conjoining the smooth couplings
that sometimes arch into one.
Like our life's...

Aslant above a cold world,
hollow wood wafting passion.
Then stock still for a time.
Like our life's...

And how clear-cut the roof,
creaking live at times,
as it childes the worm to keep
off and await its turn.
Like our life's...