where there's a wall there's a way around, over, or through there's a gate maybe a ladder a door a sentinel who sometimes sleeps there are secret passwords you can overhear there are methods of torture for extracting clues to maps of underground passageways there are zepplins helicopters, rockets, bombs bettering rams armies with trumpets whose all at once blast shatters the foundations
where there's a wall there are words to whisper by a loose brick wailing prayers to utter special codes to tap birds to carry messages taped to their feet there are letters to be written novels even
on this side of the wall I am standing staring at the top lost in the clouds I hear every sound you make but cannot see you
I incline in the wrong direction a voice cries faint as in a dream from the belly of the wall
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