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Nov 2011
My head against a wall,
Continuous contact,
Cracking, though I know not which.
For this life is a wall, as tall as it is long,
Overbearing and overreaching.
Is there a way around?
My head says no as it cries out.
What will be the first to crack?
Bruises, scratches, pain does not stop the continuous contact.
Not even contemplation concludes the cracking.
Which is harder, stone or bone?
Can one’s cranium bare such solid and stoic cement, stretching and stretching.
Continuous contact.
Until one cracks.

Could I possibly climb across?
Written by
Brad Pietryga
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