All I can do is take you to the edge

        And throw a belvedere

Out on the void, fenced in with cabled steel,

So there is nothing which you need to fear –

             As fear you will,

Like somebody marooned on a rock ledge.

This is what builders do: compose a space

        For you to live inside

And be in body. They can give no more

Than wood or concrete, stone or brick provide.

             All else they ignore,

Except to make a view out of a place.