A convolution of illusions
a mirror of houses

you can touch
But you can't look

home is where the heart felt
the window of opportunity
is not as it appears

theres no door for
opportunity to knock here

Examine the picture
the landscape rocks bare

backyard is cinder blocks
jungle of concrete
gated community
black metal fences

grass ain't greener
on the other side
it's just pretending

Artificial turf
intellectual property
constructed
on top of dirt

priceless
nothings worth

Building
a million stories
No won's heard
Wild cattle famished
Tragic loses perturbed

I gather
well rather disturbed

Collective incidents
Between the cracks
Inconspicuous
You had to observe

For the eminent
Collapse may seem
Absurd

A Foundation built
Upon a house of words
Could stand and withstand
As far as we've known