I watched a string of videos about a guy
who built his own house off grid
out of whatever was laying on the ground
It was amazing to watch him
from the realization that led him
toward his dream of buying land
to building floor and frame
working at it almost every day
until its full realization
and I got to feeling pretty poorly
about myself and my lack of ability
at building tangible things
so I turned to paper
and with my words
I cobbled together a castle of golden sandstone
shimmering in the desert sun
with gleaning yellow towers rising
into the azure sky
but dunes have reclaimed all
but the tallest tower
that in the ghostly cold of a moonlit night
juts from the sand casting its monolithic shadow
and it’s overrun by a cursed mummy
and his zombie minions who shamble through
its darkened dusty corridors
and i can’t live in it
but now it lives inside me
and now also in you
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