![]() It had a name, something having to do with insects I think, and oh man! It was revolutionary for it’s time. One day it just appeared, completely unannounced like waking up to find a new boat in your garage. ![]() The merry sounds will keep billowing out of stained lips I stare down the gauntlet hallway of darkening doors, Orange flickers in corners, with the peppy murmuring. ![]() I walk the halls, now a vault of shadows. ![]() While vision decomposes with the layered light remains. The humming gaily scattered thick like haze. Inside, the cherrywood floor opens throatsĪlong with warm champagne, and the bulbs on strings. Tonight there is soft music easing out the open doors Ruby white, roasted honeysuckle white, broomdust white or a glinting spear The house being something-white each day. It drinks the dark plum wine of the dying sky, Shacked together on the grass of tall weed and the untouched. Square of a house, white and shone with a varnish coat
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