A house stands in a snowstorm,
Contrasted from the white sky,
But for the white specs racing by on an angle.
Although, if you look close
The building actually goes on forever
And the sky is just a pale sheet
Thrown over, to hide the idea of

This is probably my favorite poem. Although, I am not sure if I did it
properly. I want you all to see what I see . . . I don't know if my imagery
is doing that. But this poem really means something to me, and I suppose
that's all that matters.