As you said

those horrible things,

with merciful speed

there came

A Wall

Constructed

before my very heart

each Letter of the

Stone Cold

things you said

Piling Up

Fixed with the

Mortar of Emotion

It’s quiet back here

just Dry

Dark

Still

Air

and Me

the World

filtered through Stone

is such a

gentle place.

I don’t feel a thing

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