Wow! This is a beautiful piece of writing. The rhythm and word choice is great. Last stanza is my favorite, especially the first two lines
Inferno scorched the softness into brute solidity
Patterns of bright flame, russet, amber, mahogany,
Some of the ideas the poem invokes in me surround the duality of man - Man simultaneously shaped by the material world his species uniquely lives to shape Also the generations of hard work- focus and artistry- it takes to lay down the foundation for all things within civilization, and perpetuate its increasing complexity; and perhaps how to built up complexity can also become oppressive
To pack each one in metal cubes to build this wall that circles me.
RE: Bricks