When you set out
to build a tower to the heavens,
people will hold you,
to your declared intentions,
even if you didn’t ask for their input
on the plans.
There’s nothing wrong with hubris.
Just be aware that the gawking crowd
will hold you to the standard
of the particulars and designs
you’ve declared
in your building permit.
And one day, when your tower falls,
struck down by the hand of a jealous god,
it won’t be your language everyone is speaking.
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