and smashed it into because
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2004-05-11 04:32:51 (UTC)

(it's just cognitive dissonance anyway)

I had not minded walls;
Were universe one rock
And far I heard his silver call
The other side the block,

I'd tunnel til my groove
Pushed sudden through to his;
Then my face take her recompense,
The looking in his eyes.

But 'tis a single hair,
A filament, a law,
A cobweb wove in adamant,
A battlement of straw,

A limit like the veil
Unto the lady's face,
But every mesh a citadel,
With dragons in the crease.

--Emily Dickinson