out of the frame
that we built
on slipshod ledges
and canvased stone
the house
it caved
yet you stand
outside
bell ringing
waiting for the ghost
you loved
to answer
that ring
bounces off
decayed walls
flaked splinters
coat scuffed marble
inside
in a bare room
just bones and bowls
i slink
plucking feathers
from dove's wings
with eyes to the ceiling
and ears far gone.
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