Built walls of porouse words
Made labyrinths and steeples
Which speared the atmosphere
A ray of light was let in
Shattered my white knuckles
I wake under the grey face of a tree
Dambering in coagulated blood
Prevail in a life less scenery
I grasp 'round the dead wooden stem
Crawl into the narrow shades
The spiders web has caught me
And slowly in silk I'm entwined
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