I build a castle
made of words
pieces of sentences
delicately put on one another
it grows high
and high
thick brickets of sounds
with no holes or windows
to look out
from my castle made of words.
I have every reason to be mad
to be angry
to be whatever I am not
to be somehow solid
to be what I need not be
every one of us
will drown in our own loneliness
in our castles made of ice cubes.
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