The house of You

Awoke were mine eyes
and tangled was i
in the webs of the house of you.

But a light had arisen
in that windowless prison
and a pathway had come into view.

The storms you collected
their practice perfected
they swarmed and they battered anew

but i busted your cleaving
and as i was leaving
another had sailed with me too.

painting by Jaroslaw Jasnikowski

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