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Tenement Tombs

. for public domain Every crack in the ceiling, dries up every river of dreams. When idle eyes can't view their skies, wadi minds flood over with schemes. And every hole in the floors becomes a bottomless well, where loveless hearts go wishless, dry up in a dusty old hell. The mission bells may toll and toll, but our dungeons, they fill and fill. Sweet flowers off the garden path, wither away for want of will.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 3/17/2022 11:03:00 AM

Hello William, Covne, It does not sound fixable. It is a sad vision William. W, H. Auden's wrote a very sad poem. The crack in the tea cup has a sad tale. Blessings my friend.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 3/6/2022 4:54:00 AM

How to fix though? very strong stuff here, William. I have fresh air to breathe, a beautiful view out my window, and room to move around. And it makes all the difference, doesn't it? superb poem, imho

William Coyne
Date: 3/6/2022 7:04:00 PM

Yes, very much a difference. Fixable? Unlikely, unless one is willing to spend more time rural outdoors, or engages the arts, something along those lines. The verses were inspired from W.H. Auden's As I Walked Out One Evening, particularly, “The crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead.”