The House That Glass Built Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

The House That Glass Built



Periods of sleep
so the sun does
go down.

Transparent walls change
that not.

Axis of the sun brings
our planet to life
sleepy eyed we rise.

An hour taken there
brought back to
here cannot
keep out the
light that
makes us
bright.

In the house that
glass built.

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Uloia Norris Moore

Uloia Norris Moore

Southern United States
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