i've no want for columns three times taller than my door a foyer's pair of lonesome chairs framed scenes of grecian lore
empty kitchens of endless tile spared of human speech king beds dwarfed by vacuous rooms a movie theatre underneath
what lonesome souls find comfort here? what joy do these rooms provide?
smash the walls & shred the tile in this waste we shall revive! bring the poor & bring the sick, let them rest & let them live, in a city built on one man's castle!
here there is enough! banish not the owners, no, but let them raise it up! in this space of common dwell all men thrive & all folk excel -
till the lawn & thrash the grass! here a farm shall ever last! food replete and jobs to do, harvest time is here and soon!
can you sense it, can you now? the dormant Word grown thick and wild? gaze upon your book and see a tree has grown from its spine its fruit tasting excellently