There is a monumental metaphor
Castle, it is called.
Fortified by its brick wall,
im-mortal and un-mortared-bits
rectangled pixels and adobe loaves
Stacked smooth and asymmetrical
hump, bump, stump, rumples
a little in the middle
It's shadowed likeness
stands subversively
asserting its compacted artillery
under pressure, balanced between
weight and state, rectangle for
wreck-tangle.
Look
past the wall
A book
mistook
A meta for
its frontispiece
Building Blocks by Blake
A fortress for thought.
This poem was composed with the image of the art exhibit created by Jorge Mendez Blake called 'Castle' where a wall of bricks visually demonstrates the effect of a single book, in this piece the book utilized was of course, Castle by F. Kafka.
Image By Otoomet, Alūksne Castle, remains of the eastern wall of the convent building, from inside. (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
