This is a strong house. Believe
In it. Believe that you can live In it, believe its creaks, its slats Of light, its maple floor, its massive Foundations, the wood, the brick, The sun shines through the lidded Windows, it shines a knot on the Lined knot where a sole skidded, But believe, believe in the golden- Wood staircase, that the house stands Alive, as though it is a beam of The sun, a small sun the expands, Because even a mote that floats Has no set history, no set pulse, It is beyond rules, though it has rules, It is wisdom, gravity and impulse, So believe in a home that is bright, That is clear, in a home that uses The light of the sun, which rolls Along its corridors and whitely fuses.
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wolfgang
3/16/2018 09:25:19 pm
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