do not say <br />that without the stairs <br />the house is not a house anymore <br /> <br />without the ceiling <br />the more the house becomes to me <br /> <br />take the roof <br />if you want <br /> <br />or the beams <br />or even the floor and window frames <br /> <br />my house will still be a house <br />the sky its roof <br />the stretching grassy plain its floor <br />all the stars become <br />my magnificent ceiling <br /> <br />whatever is taken <br />we must imagine that all things are still there <br />lest we only have a house <br />that crashes on the floor <br />with all of us <br />dead <br /> <br />crushed to the death of <br />our imaginations <br /> <br />a door without an exit <br />because you have not seen hope coming <br /> <br />the lock and key <br />are all in the mind and heart<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-house-without-stairs/
