"Raise the walls I say,"
Sayeth he? or rather, his anger?
A dividing line, a place of refuge.
A spontaneous decision, a long coming reaction.
Fueled by contemplation, fueled by sadness.
Introspective refuge, externally excluded.
A wandering gem, a detached jewel.
One road inevitable, one path to walk.
In unison--conclusion reached,
"Shut the world out,
Or the world shuts you out."
A bitter pill to swallow, the only one there is.
From whence cometh this pill?
Pure observation? Partial experience?
Rather it is a product of being,
Healthy soul, or battered mental.
To be in the world, yet not of it.
One, pure in execution; Two, rash in decision.
One realizes the benefit of separation,
Two, the burden of exclusion.
One finds a spring which quenches.
Two, pierced by resentful thorns.
Which lives? ___ ______!
Whichever it is, one remains.
Flourishing, or extinguished.
With scars or without, there is a common ground.
To dance with the crowd,
Is to dance with death.
..............and rebirth.
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