Walls with triangles
shaped into
them.
Triangles remind me
of infinite wisdom,
of being cold
in the summer;
triangles remind me
of wanting something foolish,
of running around
the streets at night
as it rains,
raining in the summer.
Walls,
now walls are used to control,
to block,
to monitor;
walls with triangles on
seem to soften the blow-
I,
I’m saying this
because
I don’t have a clue
where I am;
these triangular walls
meet at
both ends,
they meet
at both ends
and they make sense-
I wish I made sense
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