Broken Windows

I stare blankly at wooden panes
framing crooked windows,
pains eminate from a lopsided house minus foundation
suspended over glass ceiling encased green house building
within seeds grow
named dreams
within; seeds named dreams grow
love vitiated, rendered defunct due to inner corruption
the need for relentless extrinsic recognition
window's panes are interpreted as margins and page breaks
obstructing my view as intrusive, once-called words do...
now called past parting familiarities