the house of flat earth

a green field lies
in a circle amidst the
dusty, barren earth

spires of boulders
rise in stacks to meet
a shining purple sky

pockets of black sand
dot the landscape, waiting
for predator and prey

the house looms, empty,
doors and windows open,
its voice, the whispering wind

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