Illusion
Immersed in shards of fallen glass,
luminous it contaminates the floor.
Loudly art displays what happened
using a mosaic as a loud memorial.
Stay overnight if you dare to,
intricate puzzles may swallow you.
Or is it just a trick of the eyes
nestled in the bones of this house?
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