When I lived in a room
I dreamed of a castle in the sky.
I ceded only to Hoped,
In golden gladness,
in the trickle trickle only heard in a vacant house.
With sapphire sadness
I Wished,
whose sound was quiet as a door mouse
I Desired with emerald envy
that was loud as a knife yearning for substance to slice.
And I Wanted
in a rising carnelian Cain
stalking his Abel.
Born was the leviathan
twisted by Pure Hope
a deadly poison.