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Brick by brick.

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Brick by brick, brick by brick.

I built my plastic kevlar house.

I knew I had to insulate myself.

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To make it strong, impenetrable, 

I avoided windows, glass of any kind.

No way to break in; no way in at all. 

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I painted blue each and every room.
Uniformity is cost-effective, after all.
I knit an outer shell for camouflage. 

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In my attic: electronics spread galore!
To warn of approaching enemies.
I spent my days staring at orange LCDs.

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Ever vigilant for each and every breach, 

“Safe at last; safe at last,” I told myself. 

This is how I spent those endless days.

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“Safe at last; safe at last,” I muttered.
I thought at last, I’d venture out
I tried to usher courage to my heart.

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I had misplaced the key; destroyed Feng Sui.
I couldn’t find the slightest hint of door.
Doors can so easily get unhinged … like me.

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I had — had I— forgotten to carve one?
So, now I must begin again. I must unbuild.
Brick by brick. But I cannot find the tools. 

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I’ve built a prison meant for fools.

Designed by excellent, redundant rules.

My tears, my tears, begin to lake in pools. 

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Brick by brick. 

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