I sit and gaze upon the wall.
The wall is wood, its a tree,
But ultimately despite the shape
Wood is made of dirt and so is me.

The wall is a manifestation
Of matter arranged in some reality.
But I am too and so it seems
The Wall and I exist in cosmic unity.

— me


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  1. I found this poem to be one of the best ones on wordpress. So if you don’t mind May I please reblog this. Also this poem kind of reminded me of pink floyd’s the wall and what it symbolises. So please i’ll reblog it and if you don’t want me to than i’ll delete your awesome poem directly

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