Namesakes
I am a builder.
Silicone sustenance
I will build the castle
There remain other unbuilt structures.
The price of living in a castle
The web weavers are women, and I
Am a man.
Though I build on sand.
Susurration not of reality
Not of fiction
Of some other thing.
Regardless
A whisper
For the perceptually endowed
to enjoy.
And never return to it.
It is done
A part of my life, and
It is done.
The strands reach out
To empty peaks
That ache for
Castles.
Is too much.
I am happy
Just to be able to build them.
substantiality?
Substanciality?
No.
Just like life.
Poetry
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