The House of Glass
A purgatorial existence
1 min readNov 3, 2023
In morning’s light shimmering
O’er the green knoll pass,
Spy’d the sparkle and glimmering
Of the homestead of glass;
Its glinting of stars
And veneer of moon,
Bely implications too far
To reveal so soon;
I lie in wait patiently as the day advances to noon.