What I Know

Do you make an architect by chance or design
In a room full of history or alone in the wild
By shaping the clay or shedding the chains
Is an architect born or made

What do I know about what I know
And where it lives
What do I know about what I know
And what that gives

As if civilization is infectious
And taste a matter of averages

Take a box and puncture it
To let the light in
Furnish it with experience

Step inside your own brain
A house to hold your head