the wall

and here we are at the base of the wall
with our hands poised
fingers running over the brick
the stone
the wood

The time we spend masquerading as climbers
is less time we have together
pushing out own goals
in concert with a symphony

left behind by advancement
but that’s the wave
that’s the never stopping
ever changing
continuously eviscerating wave

and it will be our deaths
to keep its pace

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