Collapse

House’ s collapse-free rooms
Stand on fiercely proud thighs
With darkness between them,
Independent of  light outside.

Its sounds collapse for a night
Into rooms spacious for sleep.
Their spaces collapse in a bed
On  journey far out into time.

House is what collapses night
Saving the breath of our sleep
As fine stardust of our dreams,
The flimsiness of life’s thread.

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