Here lies the fortress of glass
     that nestles itself beyond my eyelids. The form
     of the towers are nearly as astounding
     as the rigid bluffs outside my home.
Release the sounds that reverberate into
     the cold, hollow tree. The building will continue
                                               until it is done.
Let the sounds be gone — put out every one.
     The secret flies away —
                                               There is no sun.