I look upon the wall
and it creeps back to me,
I look up at the ceiling
where four corners meet
to keep the walls in place,
their stony friendly face,
seems to want to speak
before I fall asleep again,
to dream that in each corner
there is some secret,
keeps them together
recording what took place
an hundred movemets underneath
and sounds of creatures
that lie beneath
walling in and walling out
dreams that don't belong
hushing sighs
crushing free flight
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