It is a card castle
\nfull of aces, deuces,
\nmy life.
\nIt never ceases
\nto need more rooms,
\nmore promenades,
\nfences to close in fences.
\nAnd so I am constructed.
\nPut together.<\/p>\n
So fragile
\na puff of breath,
\na hand shaken by weariness,
\nthe touch of a child\u2019s finger,
\nand the edifice would fall.
\nEverything banished by mortality.
\nA game, whose rule
\nis not to be denied its air
\nfor more than mere seconds,
\nor decades of love and caring
\nwould be writ plain,
\nwithout a trace
\nof what stood
\nwhere the cards are standing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is a card castle full of aces, deuces, my life. It never ceases to need more rooms, more promenades, fences to close in fences.…<\/p>\n