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Poems
Jan 2018
Hall of Cards
I'm in a hall made out of cards
my going ever narrows
through its walls I see the halls
of others travelling near
Theirs are wide and tall and sound
for why must this be so?
For if I stretched
reached through my cards
surely they'd all downfall
But I refuse to stop.
Refuse to stop.
Inching through my hall of cards
stops are many frequent
as ice slices deep in frame
but still I will go on
I walk and walk and walk and walk
and walk and walk and walk and walk
and walk and walk and walk and walk
Should I stop?
Maybe this hall is to fall
and then I would be free
but if it was not, is not
then wherever would I be?
Would I break down all of it
the whole careful facade?
Would I ruin all of it
by daring to stray from the path?
no, no
I better stay.
no, no
I better not stray.
No, no, it's not the hero's way,
but...
No
No
it's better this way.
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