Wooden chair in solitary place
Opining upon the empty rooms
With windows of mirrored glass
Reflecting an empty face.
Tiered steps going nowhere.
Turning matter rising;
Ruined conscience slipping
At each level and each stair.
The tall house enclosed
With paper liens
Sinks into the murky grounds
Of the robber barons of greed.
Chair, stairs,
and house - silent esteems.
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