From books come forth
the laws of peace,
also war, and the dead
as if they were alive.
The questions have been allowed to grow.
A single one is fixed
as the skyline and another is humanity
waving a new antennae.
The walls of the house
are a bird's wing.
They are ambitious with the nest,
becoming it.
The floors are a single floor
with all beneath it, even walking,
even life.
Blue is here, the blue that precedes
catastrophe, that comes after,
capsizing death.
The cathedral falls like a petal
to earth.
Stone practises what
can only be contradicted in words.
We are in the biggest bubble
in the universe.
When we draw, we draw
as if it will never burst.
Love is in the outline we make.