The Wall

sweet reverie beyond walls so high
i Pierce the heavens yet not the top of that precipice
steps burnt in ant-like lines become a bonfire at its foot
i dare not mock Majesty with triviality
though climb through seven layers
I’d dip in fatigue
this brick
this wood
this cemented monstrosity
aye, I am but man
and death a door i cannot leap
though burst my hands in pleasing strikes
and pleading
so quick thy hand did pass through

fog to thy touch
cobbled rock
how this trick of mist
which i twist
contends a ghost
you’ve ever been


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