In This New House Poem by Sebastian Soberania

this is the new house that i am building
in this new place
that is the old one that i have abandoned
i lied when i told you that it was sold

the truth is, no one wants to buy that old house
and so i abandoned it
vines start to own it and an owl begins to
make one of those rooms as its new residence

grasses claim the big space in the garden
and the roses begin to die
that old house only gave me sorrow, nothing but sorrow
bad luck was embedded in its walls, all walls

and so i welcome you in this new house
with stars and sky as its roof and with cold air as walls
there are no stairs here and there are no beams
the floor is made of grass and the second floor is fog

and here i am
the wind and rain and i am now
everywhere
i have no more name
i have no more hands.