Part I

Rock-laborious hands, they racked.

Worked all day,

to steer a few concrete slabs.

They lacked

mercy for humanity,

as they sheathed away into pain.

Up went the gigantic cuboids,

as tall as the mountains.

(Lifted by the hands of Adonis)

In vain

were the wind, the sun, and a thousand flocks of birds,

as they saw a wall rise up, cutting off their gaze.

Now only God could see what others could not:

A chiliad of walls placed on mother,

one behind the other.

And dazed,

at the end of the chain sat Adonis,

sighing at the gifted solitude after occluding all humanity.

"It is what it is,"

the God said.

"My son is insane!

What poor reason is this marvel being made?"

But proud I am of the hands of Adonis.

Shall they be gifted good luck.

Part II

For several hours, it heavily rained.

Clouds fought and moaned,

until a storm came.

It hit the wall and let out a reverberating sound.

And as the wind, the sun, and the thousand flocks of birds watched...

The wall of Adonis came tumbling down.

Every wall toppled onto the next,

till the last one fell on Adonis's neck.

He sprang up in pain and danced,

and shrieked:

"Oh God, you took your chance!"

But the wall had fallen, and thus all he could see

was the beauty of the storm,

as bright as it could be!

And naturally, in love, the hands of Adonis spread out,

to embrace the storm from inside out.

He forgot his walls and racked hands...

only feeling that burning power.

He sang:

This is but a smile,

the love of humanity.

It has but one home,

where my life beats.

And where it will be, for the rest of

eternity.