poem. wordbomb. 9.27.16

Usefulness of things becomes

another’s framework of necessity.

We live here

She lives here, too.

We, however, do not actively prey upon our neighbors

or crouch in waiting

underneath darker eaves

silent small caverns of the builder’s nailhead and chisel

spying would-be meals sustenances haphazard and

unkeen flip flop

stuck to their fate

She is quite dual:

covert in nature 

yet overt in purpose.

A perfectionist architect 

of eerie beauty and mystery.

DJD Sept. 27th, 2016

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