House World

After living under the naked

raining sky for many years,

beneath the airships of the oppressors,

I found my way into house world.

In house world there are stairs to climb,

but to get anywhere worth going,

I have to pull up the soft spongy bricks

and break through the floor.

Moving in this way,

I find the person I am looking for.

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