
The house where you live
The size of a die to me
Snake eyes for windows
My feet cracking the asphalt on your street
I win
Did you think I would not find you?
That I would not cross the distance?
I’ll play the game
I’ll lift your house and I’ll roll your house
I’ll win
Window pips flashing in the sun
Because bad things happen in the light
And the day is bright
And my eyes are brighter through the breaking glass
I win
I win because I’m taller
When your house stops rolling
It’s only because my foot stops it
Everything in it blended like a painting gone awry
I won
Now be born from your furniture
Emerge from the rubble
Your house is no longer a home
Your body is all that remains from the quake
I won
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Nothing left but kindling and you
A phoenix before the fire
My hands reaching for you like flames
I won
And I peel off the roof that hides you
And I find your trembling body
And I lift you to my skin
And now you burn, and now I burn
Ashes will cover the world
It is (has been) a privilege to witness.
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Thank you, Olo.
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Poetry, a nice way to end the year. Nice done. Merry Squidmas to you, and all!
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Thank you, my friend. And a merry Meremas (Mentionmas?) to you and your loved ones!
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