burdens our frail shelter
of stored up tranquility
and borrowed mortar
measurable times
sullied by crafty pirates
of solid amorality
and furrowed brows
i stand not to shroud it
i stand not to pretend
i see some pretense of purity
and the walls crumble
to be raised again?
"perhaps," said the vassal
but then the house will
always be just a house
and never again
a castle
adt
short hills, nj
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