Living Inside

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1.

I read water in water,

the house is swelling like a sack,

Outside, the tall tree unbolts its mossy smile,

pink flowers show their scarlet tongues

confirming the bed boundaries.

2.

The light will uncover cracks now

as someone writes dark narratives.

A door knitting the rainstorm,

a window scripts shrinking space

for every vanished land.

3.

The brightness spreads like a stain,

a pinpoint affixes me to the wall.

The floor holds your face in its marble veins,

something in us breathes

only when we move away.