And brick by brick and
Mortar round, that
Wall thieved thought and
Will engulf until it
Crushes every ounce of
Otherwise assent
Into an atomy, a thread,
A whisper of what
Used to be, and after
All accomplished, all
Surrounded, builder sees
In basic lay, that first encounter
Ever such a tiny flaw - that
Spark, now muffled from her breeze
Can't burn, can't hold this
Wall, this work of art becomes
Such burden, bound to crumble,
Meant for greatness, cold, enacted,
Great thereof, the fall.
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