My Architecture

I’m rebuilding my house.

One brick at a Time.

A detailed inspection

Of Every fine line.

Some pieces are cracked,

And shan’t go back in

There’s plenty of good ones,

enough to begin.

Nestled in place

Hand chosen for strength

This house is my home

My inner space.

No walls to be built

No ceiling to ponder

My home is a vista

For me to wander.

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