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Rising steadily
With words like walls
I speak myself into existence
Pushing the sands of being into
Foundations
Boundaries
Bars
Encapsulating my willed identity
Drawing lines
A Cartography of self
Boxing my being
The gilded cage
So beautiful
Like a miniature garden
Walls high enough
Not to see beyond
Manicured
Trimmed
Perfect
Paths wind through
The soft burble of a deliberately meandering brook
Everything has its place
Decisions must be made
What belongs
What does not
Allowed
Forbidden
For the garden to grow into quiet cold perfection
Like a painting
The walls must be built strong
To contain
To exclude
No fissure
No crack
Can mar
Can allow
The inside out
Outside in
What is feared
Is not defined
And just pools in corners
A cold wet anxiety
Like a bodiless voice
The masonry continues
Unabated
Words
Just words
To build cathedrals
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WORDS
LIKE WALLS