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The House
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The House

I saw you in a house at sea

you were in every room
and each room had a light of its own

in the living room the protean light of the future
in the kitchen the busy light of childhood
in the bedroom the physical light of remembrance
in the attic the muffled light of crossroads

the sea turned into a desert
the house to a bird the color of the sky
which lifted itself on wings of wind
leaving you among the skulls and cactus

with gold to curse at
love to curse with

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