The bare clay longs to be paved,
for people and homeland.
For bread, for shelter,
and at last, for powers above.
They press the brick deeper into the earth,
a foundation where a hollow
can fall into a bottomless void.
These are wordless dreams
the road-layer carries into being.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: New Grass – Talk Talk
The ‘stratenmaker’ does not only lay streets—he lays the unseen foundations of people, power, and peril.
