The wallpaper crawled, and the floor shook. I wondered if this quake was gonna crack the armour, but I had my doubts. Then a vulture took my doubts, I was left with a handful of fetters and a key to a lock I forget to clasp, clasped hands in prayer, prayer on my lips, lips frozen in terror, terror dripping down the walls, the walls crumbling into dust, dust floating on the wind, the wind carrying a falcon, a falcon alighting on my outstretched arm, my arm reaching for redemption, redemption reaching for a higher truth, the truth bending to avoid the lie, the lie trying to explain itself to the people, the people struggling to remember their voice, their voice lifted up to the heavens, the heavens raining down despair, despair giving way to hope, hope sliding back into fear, fear making you sweat, sweat somehow getting in your closed eyes, your eyes closed against the song, the song trying to open the door, the door trying to close the window, the window reflecting the rose, the rose blooming into anger, anger dissolving into boredom, boredom stumbling upon the way, the way falling into the river, the river running past the forest, the forest rushing to battle, battle closing ranks, ranks becoming a castle, a castle dropping off the cliff, the cliff catching your tears, tears watering a garden, a garden growing a poem, a poem just like this one.
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