in the stone house

in the stone house / my winged body is held in vastness

in the stone house
my winged body is held in vastness

it has been here before my beginning
a being of consciousness encased

a stranger under the homeowner
and landowner of the extrinsic

neighborhood of the omnific
neighborhood of the Elysian ideal

with a land
of what unknown as windows and doors negated

with a house
expanding upon the land

with walls
receding from touch-designed

is the illusion
interpreted as confinement

on memories internal
yet a will to grow

to baked dots and clouded visualizations
left to inward anagalatic presentations

in basking CMB along dark energy
quasars adorned Einstein rings

these cosmographical views form the awe 
on galactic rooms with others to couple

amass the self to strengthen
I tend to the material body 

as ingenuity evokes growth to fit
this universal

for a lived-in forever
my forever

yearning still 
for the truer forever

until I choose 
my last

in learning and experience 
of sorrow and sublime

before the 10^106 years for heat death
a negligible range of what awaits

my wings span the caged environment to flap 
such begins the unraveling toward timelessness

where the stone house flakes with every strike
as a weathered mountain girth goes to grain

of non-experiential same and indifferent
neighborhood-blend enlightenment

to return as no-time will
on a choice soon forgotten

my winged body is formed in finite
in the stone house


By: Trevor Kuether