Elements, Sleeping

Whispers hard and mean
in the other room where

the liars lie sleeping
upon self-made columns of air.

Fire in the hearthroom
and echoes lingering in

the flames licking the banisters
where resting fingers wear thin.

The water flows from walls of leather
with no source but itself.

Beneath, the earth opens to swallow
its kith, kin and wealth.

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