Robert Anthony Johnson
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How do I pull out of this? Where sides have no handles, nor even sides.
From which nothing may be grasped, not even air; both sides to be aware.
Both run deep, and keep. Only if I hit this wall may I not be in this heap.
Forgiving not yet dangles the rope. Enticing hope reaching only so far.
For I fall in search for growth. My loss for breath, oh how I loath.
Where is my out? Con-caved lungs about.
A tunnel built is a tunnel owned. My tunnel is as dark as shown.
Please my love, pull me out, of my tunnel vision drought!
Smart fool thy ends not near. A bubble ...