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We are both from broken-homes:

mine was built intentionally

from bits of things (defensively),

and yours took form organically

over years and years,

the way that nails grow, but

wildly and ghastly to entomb you.

What is

A Glass House

and

an Ivory Tower?

My Glass House is a greenhouse,

too, and

I can interact and see

beyond my windows,

willingly,

and creatures can look
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Is it better inside the

Life-in-the-Box

the Jack-in-the-Box with

no keys and no locks: because

Jack is boxed by

something intangible.

Not that simple.

You can’t put your hands around

Mary’s Holy dirigible crashed underwater

filled up with water

housing a mermaid of feverous

neurosis.

Boxed in by water-pressure:

It’s a work-out

for Jack

to pop out of the box.

Water weighs more than neurotic
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An erroneous and inexorable

theatrical disaster has been placed

at the foot of my bed.

Where the road split

decisions had come to be made

unplanned, as decisions are made.

And now we are in a different room,

with all our stuff remained

the same.

The towers of

indecision have come

to topple in our motionless way.

Where am I, now,

to place my bed—...
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