look at your wall,
neither friendly or hostile
amused and bemused
look at your mate,
and the wall opposite
there is another wall
each day has to be surmounted
again and again,
never taken for granted
grows taller or smaller,
by desire or rejection
thicker or thinner,
by impatience or love
it's there to take your measure
if there were no wall,
there would be no treasure
to seek or gateway to understand
the object and me
and subjective of thee
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