I just saw
two faces
pain and apathy
the sea and the wall
crumble

The blockade is down
and there was much blood
It was both beautiful
and sad

The depths received the truth
gushing out from the remains
the ruins
of a once well-laid
and seemingly beautiful
barrier
that protected the broken
builder behind it

When I left
the sun was bisected
half of it obscured
by the horizon

whether it was coming
or going
I do not know

The builder was sitting
on the cold shore
shivering from the wind
that had blown over the cold waters

I like to Imagine
for there is not just one
possibility

Will the two rest
like a faded painting
rusting into antiquity

or will the ocean thaw
renewed by the warm breeze
now freed by the absence of the wall

and the builder
pick up the pieces
and build something worthwhile

I have imagined myself in that picture
part of me wanting the pain
and the possibility

but,

I am only a spectator
and I know my place
I ready myself
and turn to watch
the next eclipse or solstice
sunset or sunrise

I put on my mask
and carry my wall