Glass Houses

[frankprestige]

In a house of mirrors and drying sand
echoes of endless duration
spur the wind to action
whipping tattered flags
of misplaced pride.
Clever spiders and their consequences
linger like doubt
while old candles wax and wane - a flicker
like primal shrieking echoes of youth
clinging to the crumbling empire
of vanity
as betrayal lingers in the trees
which lean and sway
in rhetorical breeze