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Beyond my vision
lies the House of Ghosts
built by the same mind;
Insane from the grief of
daughters beloved death.
The house of elephants, and lions
being clawed in the death throws
of an eagle.
The house of mermaids
and climbing vines.
with singing silence
painted over stone
that would be more glorious naked
but in ode to Victoria
must be clothed, even in ugliness
I see, I see
but where are the bells?