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see how magnificent stands the wall
an obstacle of splendor an impeding wonder
crowning the plain from one horizon to the other
cutting right athwart all minerals and creatures
that tarried in its way a tree clinging like a pilaster
to the obsidian surface a lizard whose tail
will sprout a new lizard elsewhere there is
even half a lady bug its frontmost gear
still tends to want to fly but fails

the wall that seemingly supplies a clue
that any further progress tends to be hindered
see how it roars across the visible flatness
whose very grass is growing timid here
life has become a spent part of itself
reflected in the pitiless stone mirror
half myself half somewhere else

the remainder of time will stream in this
strip of enchantment the cut-off line
where i will ogle the impenetrable surface
and wait on the opposite side until it makes me
a new and better lizard out of my erstwhile tail