Glass Windows

I want a house with glass windows
And white walls
Clean white ceilings and floors
Everything white
And glass windows
On a hill with no neighbors
On a hill surrounded by meadows
Wet green growing meadows
So I can look out my glass windows
From my white house
Out at my wet green growing meadows
My clean glass windows
Single or double pain
It doesn't matter as long as there are big white window frames around the glass windows
Windows I can see my reflection in
And see the wet green growing grass
My white walled house has no one in it
Just me
No one in my white floored and white ceilinged house
Just me and the sounds of my feet on the white floors
White floors
White floors and white ceilings
White floors that shine 
Clean white floors
White floors that have never seen
Never seen, those white floors,
The dirt of the world
The dirty dirty world
Full of dirt and mud and blood
And evil people
They are clean, protected by my wet green growing meadows
But No grass stains
To sully my white house
Only wet Green growing meadows to look at
From my clean white house with it's clean glass windows
Maybe the windows are bullet proof
But no one comes to test their strength
No one but me looks at the wet green growing growing green grass greener grass wet growing grass meadows
No one in this white walled house but me
No one to trample on my wet grass or my white floors
Look up at my white ceiling
No one up there
Just a roof
A white ceiling that leads to the roof
The glass windows have eyes
I look into them and they are mine
My eyes like glass reflected on the glass
Staring quietly out
Out out out
Out at the world, not the world 
Just part of it
But all I see is the wet green growing growing growing up around me
No neighbors
No visitors 
I look out at the world and all I see is green wet wet green growing wet green growing meadow
So my eyes stare back at me
From the reflective glass windows
They know more 
More more 
More than the silent ceiling that leads to the roof
They know more than the clean floors
The walls know less too
Less then those glassy eyes in the glass windows
They maybe bullet proof windows
No one tests their strength
Double or single
Single
Single alone
Alone in the white house
How can you stare out at the world if you only see wet green growing?
I want to be wet green growing
Out in the world but not the world
Wet green growing
But i don't feel wet
I feel dry in my white house
Dry like a desert
A dry white sand desert
My dry sand fills the white house
My poor sweet clean house
Covered in my sand
Not wet green growing
Green like a young girl
Green like the apple she bit
White like snow 
Paler where she lay
White like snow am I
But not green like her apple
Pale in my pale house
But not green and not waiting
Not wet green growing
Not growing
Not here 
No not growing
Stunted
My eyes know to much
And their reflection stares
They see what I do not out in the world
Not the whole world
Just the wet green growing
I want a house with glass windows
And white walls
Clean white ceilings and floors
Everything white
And glass windows
Maybe theyre bullet proof and maybe they're not
It doesn't matter
Because there's no one to test their strength 
No one in my white walled white floored white ceilinged house with the single pained windows but me