I prove a theorem and the house expands:

The window jerks free to hover near the ceiling,

The ceiling floats away with a sigh.


As the walls clears themselves of everything,

But transparency, the scent of carnations

Leaves with them. I am out in the open


And above the windows have hinged into butterflies,

Sunlight glinting where they've intersected.

They are going to some point true and unproven.


  • psychofemale

    i loved the last stanza :)

    • Shayl

      Thank you

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