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a house of glass -
what a curious thought.
why live in something that
can’t last if it’s dropped?
perhaps the walls are pretty.
beautiful when light prisms
across those clear floors,
like they’re trying to tell a story
with color alone.
perhaps sunlight brings joy.
pooling in the walls -
soaking rivers of soft
burnished gold,
raindrops pattering across
each surface of fortune.
a house of glass,
criminally gorgeous, yet i
can’t help but set to wander
my curious mind.
glass is lovely in the day
but what of the hollow nights
when light slips away to
sleep, leaving us with a
cold, sinking ache?
without the striking glare of day
on fired sand, everything
is seen, like an exposed nerve
to those red eyes in the trees.
should it be better to live
in a beautiful house
than a practical home?
there is no answer, i think.
just a feeling.
imagine living
in a house of glass.
oh, what a curious thought.