The Master Builder

Lizards stick out forked tongues at each other
In their race to the top of gilded stairs,
Where they'll disappear because nothing's there.
Dogs climb ladders to trumpeters. Mother
Seeks to fill her empty basket with air.
Firework state the geometry of the day.
The man near the dry fountain sleeps his life away;
Because he can't understand a thing, he can't care.
Each window, pillar, arch, and capital,
Each wall, riser and tread, each finial,
Was hauled into place by now frozen block
And tackle, which the builders left behind
(Should they someday return). Here there's no clock,
Few shadows, no lights, only double bind
Architecture, mind alleys of the blind.