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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3518 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Renovation Steve Williams Bearing walls of glass brick reflect other rooms in mortared prisms: there are no doors to these spaces. Flared hip handle lies in my palm: anchor chain to the stone sledgehammer resting below. I watch from aquarium windows, city wind tosses harbor lights in habitation patterns. I weigh the hammer, slouch against a wave-filled wall, know there are ripples. Yet in the dark, all bodies of water are smooth. I feel you past the gate, beyond the moat. Sealed rooms are empty alveoli, love cannot inhale here -- my blood remains hungry. Flung stone will only break glass. I must evolve. You are dawn come to cloud night beacons, pilot my sight. You will soon reside in unused capacity, teach me to renovate without destruction, instruct my mind to breathe our light. |
