The House
Now the only thing the house has ever really wanted to do is fly, but it is unable to.
It has wings, east and west, but they are wings of occidental hardwood fastened to lead beams by means of mortal nails.
The fists of Epictetus come punching through the weak ceiling.
Avuncular knees (they look sneaky, like Calvin's in Geneva) insinuate themselves through the cracks of vacuum dust.
Spangled shingles shine under the double eagle sun and moon.
Santas violate the flue, detonating the glassware that used to come with the purchase of eight or more gallons of regular gasoline.
Superposed on Luther's smooth face's five-o'clock shadow, Philipp Melanchthon's blackened eyes and nose come abruptly up out of the bathtub, mouthing “ONO.”
Again the house tries to lift itself,
But its bones, once light and hollow, have been pumped full of sheetrock and steel wool.
Even so, the house tries to lift, as in a dream you try to move out of the way of an oncoming bus but cannot.
That is how the earthbound house will wake up suddenly some nights as though a storm of leaves and feathers were to stir the waves of the world with long spoons.
Now the only thing the house has ever really wanted to do is fly, but it is unable to.
It has wings, east and west, but they are wings of occidental hardwood fastened to lead beams by means of mortal nails.
The fists of Epictetus come punching through the weak ceiling.
Avuncular knees (they look sneaky, like Calvin's in Geneva) insinuate themselves through the cracks of vacuum dust.
Spangled shingles shine under the double eagle sun and moon.
Santas violate the flue, detonating the glassware that used to come with the purchase of eight or more gallons of regular gasoline.
Superposed on Luther's smooth face's five-o'clock shadow, Philipp Melanchthon's blackened eyes and nose come abruptly up out of the bathtub, mouthing “ONO.”
Again the house tries to lift itself,
But its bones, once light and hollow, have been pumped full of sheetrock and steel wool.
Even so, the house tries to lift, as in a dream you try to move out of the way of an oncoming bus but cannot.
That is how the earthbound house will wake up suddenly some nights as though a storm of leaves and feathers were to stir the waves of the world with long spoons.
It has wings, east and west, but they are wings of occidental hardwood fastened to lead beams by means of mortal nails.
The fists of Epictetus come punching through the weak ceiling.
Avuncular knees (they look sneaky, like Calvin's in Geneva) insinuate themselves through the cracks of vacuum dust.
Spangled shingles shine under the double eagle sun and moon.
Santas violate the flue, detonating the glassware that used to come with the purchase of eight or more gallons of regular gasoline.
Superposed on Luther's smooth face's five-o'clock shadow, Philipp Melanchthon's blackened eyes and nose come abruptly up out of the bathtub, mouthing “ONO.”
Again the house tries to lift itself,
But its bones, once light and hollow, have been pumped full of sheetrock and steel wool.
Even so, the house tries to lift, as in a dream you try to move out of the way of an oncoming bus but cannot.
That is how the earthbound house will wake up suddenly some nights as though a storm of leaves and feathers were to stir the waves of the world with long spoons.
Now the only thing the house has ever really wanted to do is fly, but it is unable to.
It has wings, east and west, but they are wings of occidental hardwood fastened to lead beams by means of mortal nails.
The fists of Epictetus come punching through the weak ceiling.
Avuncular knees (they look sneaky, like Calvin's in Geneva) insinuate themselves through the cracks of vacuum dust.
Spangled shingles shine under the double eagle sun and moon.
Santas violate the flue, detonating the glassware that used to come with the purchase of eight or more gallons of regular gasoline.
Superposed on Luther's smooth face's five-o'clock shadow, Philipp Melanchthon's blackened eyes and nose come abruptly up out of the bathtub, mouthing “ONO.”
Again the house tries to lift itself,
But its bones, once light and hollow, have been pumped full of sheetrock and steel wool.
Even so, the house tries to lift, as in a dream you try to move out of the way of an oncoming bus but cannot.
That is how the earthbound house will wake up suddenly some nights as though a storm of leaves and feathers were to stir the waves of the world with long spoons.
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