Oh, noble attempts, turn burning to shining.Unseen viewers are still visiting me.How would I show my family to the taught earth?
How could I learn to feel and see?
I know we need a door?Why then we look for window?For whom it all? Who will look through?Will we get sick from those who areoutside?
How can I make myself be more observed by You?
In the lighthouse yet not hidden by it.Stars that glitter stuck on my ceiling.Sun shine;Hot, clear, purifying beams
Could you live in this Glass Special as a Human being?
What is the sum of 11 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.