Triple Fenestra

Into wood and doubled glass there is a vision
the red side of the house the side of running flesh
I am not given the air only the white shit and red wood

The slope of the roof holds one single leaf this house
an overgrown branch a moire that questions the sole leaf
What color is it that's so beautiful on the roof like white soil

The house over there has one big white eye a darker one
two power lines across a face another to elongate the roof
In every opening imagine a body fitted to candlelight