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A man can build a house
But you will still
Find a way in
Dirty
Little
Mouse

No doors
No windows
Only assumptions
Expectations on quality
Waiting on lumber
Hammering away
At shelves & limbo

Holding your hand
Swollen thumb
Sticking to plans
of printed blue
Like a saws-all
Suddenly
That redwood rotted
Malleable
With the sparks & heat
Seems so easy to get through

Bereaved
By all thats good
Believed
In balsa wood
Bespeckled
In eggshell
As if the jokes on us
Spackle & putty
In punctured
Yet picture-less walls 
Nails stuck
Securing nothing
But the collection of rust

House Finished
Man dies
House diminished
Man cries
Ground is replenished
No matter what
The man tries
From time to time
You may ask
Why must I build
This life

Max BarsnessComment