Open the windows and close the blinds

Open the windows and close the blinds and turn off the lights and hide outside!

Who’s feeling chills now? Who’s sensing a ghost? Who’s holding their breath and touching their way out of the house?

Inhospitable shelter, I’ll haunt you forever! Thy name is life, and I am your soul.

The foundation has crumbled, but this place is grounded by my thoughts.

The plan was never approved, but my feelings are all the blueprint I need.

The ceiling is just sky now, but my body is a glass cloche, enclosing everything and fomenting growth.

Raze it to the dirt, scrape up the roots of all the sacred plants, keep digging and perforate the earth!

Leash the sun and use it to burn everything familiar for eternity!

Disown and redefine! Sell and repossess! Collapse it all like the House of Usher!

None of that would be anything but further reconstruction to me!

Up we go, with an untethered spirit to guide us!

Breathe the rarified air from the roof of this mansion’s dizzying heights.

Fill every room, with personal curses and brand new bad news ― no matter!

The architecture here can accommodate the worst furnishings and décor.

The secret to the pleasing aesthetics is a pattern of destiny interlocked with chance!

Now, go in your mobile home, built of strong blocks of paradox, to the place where people meet

and if you drop your walls all over again, your skill at rebuilding will set such a standard

that others will let a cityscape of self-haunted buildings fall, just to follow your flawed example.