Le Corbusier, for instance, insisted that “a chair is no way a work of art; a chair has no soul; it is a machine for sitting in”
A mirror’s a house for reflections…
A throat is a house for a hum…
A book is a house for a story.
A rose is a house for a smell.
My head is a house for a secret,
A secret I never will tell.
A flower’s at home in a garden
A donkey’s at home in a stall.
Each creature that’s known has a house of its own
And the earth is a house for us all