The man throws burning coal in his cracked glass house he's trapped in.
It would be foolish to ask anyone how the man got got there, even he does not know what happened. When asked he would respond, "Frankly, worrying about it just seems old fashioned"

But here he lays, eyes wide under the moon again. You'd assume this sky goddess is his best friend, since his insomnia lets the sunrise mark his day's end.

He scratches into his big window to the world
Am I  insane when I'm still awake and my dreams fade in
And I start to think I created the universe I was made in?
I want to step out of this books frame and read all of the chapters
But I'm starting to think I'm going break long before this glass shatters
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If only perfect birds could sing, trees would be silent

the domicile of three generations
not all those labeled grand reside within the walls
the walls so effortlessly visualized within the mind
and within the inner palpation of the body
but a part will forever remain stained
even in new-found renovations
you can be away for a day
or maybe many weeks
but just a new paper on the walls
as you flashback to once dragging fingertips down the lining
of the hallway in which the dimensions are imprinted
a void is created in absence of the tactile sensations
so here I stand on this porch
the edge of my personal universe
an extension of myself built in brick, wood and my own bones
at first woe overtakes and what can be a form of fear
the future disappearance of a home held so dear
comfort resides in my own realizations
when the memories last in my mind
i know to say
home is here

Do you not feel yourself grow
As you move your eyes from the stars in the sky
To the blades of grass below

Holding strong to your ego
An attempt to escape relativity
Grip to the oneness we know

Do you not feel yourself change
In the sensation of new experience
Becoming one with you, strange

I try to follow life
In every way that it turns

Orderly chaos
Following sporadic patterns

Always asking what matters
Finding myself stuck in my minds caverns

**** being down to Earth
You can find me floating in Saturn's rings

Do you know how bad it stings?
The pain it brings?
Not being able to catch the tail of the comet when it sings

My mood swings breaking down my minds playground
Looking in the rubble for things already found
But we all learn
Being a child is nothing that stays bound

...Lips sticky
From this last breath of life you give me
A single arm extended
Blood dripping down spelling my fight has ended
Cutting my fingers hanging off the edge of the universe
I let go of the blessed curse that is self awareness
Falling turns to a dive
Careful becomes careless
I've never felt more alive
Finding myself submersed in infinity
To be born again
A new life a new world
Unknowing of my divinity
Where am I?
Who am I?
May I borrow a breath from you
So I can put together the pieces?
I must find the extent of how far this realm reaches...