i want to own you. the dust collected upon time swinging from crystal inflected prisms swaying to the to and fro of unorganized drafts from my home. have your light burst into a thousand reflections giving naturalness to cheeks and brows gathered under holiday dinners and special get-togethers. i want to dismantle you piece by piece have your inner workings cleaned by professional staff trained in care and tenderness of golden arches and mahogany woods, marble tile and smooth floors. to have you would mark my reign. the dictators success of tireless nights forged with forgotten memories unclaimed by eighty hour work weeks and missed moments that were pivotal in my life. to have you, i would give this up. forget about the reverberating silence within the home and acoustic walls filled with Bach only to keep the pristine dog company. to have you would mark my climb to the ladder; the descent too far to see as the lonely ants below scatter to work for me. Thos...