From Empire: Estate-less Triolet

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Shall you go then and find yourself a house
to take the place of that one crumbling in the wood?
I want one too, of wood and stone, my very own house—
Shall I go then and find myself a house,
or is it waiting to be found? Rooms built to espouse
all dreams: the orphaned, uncoupled, pent in wood?
Shall we go then and find ourselves a house
to take the place of that one crumbling in the wood?

 

In response to Via Negativa: Front Gate.

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