Scraps

It grows down through the basement,
a reflected house, crawling into the hill.
The rooms match, floor to ceiling, we
put down roots but they pull us close.
And the dirt can come too close and
you can’t move, can’t see, can’t breathe.
The house is rebuilt in darkness –
a shadow stretching out from the form
but twisted and warped by distance.

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