Down the Stairs

That horrible stairway, 
falling down, in 
charade of darkness. 

align in my crystalline stream, 
reading the marking on the walls of dream. 

Echo: outwards saying, 
"How long until, break my bonds, and walls, 
to be!" 

I can hardly stomach their taste anymore, 
and mine, and 

that fine line, between, my soul, 
and what is too far away to see. 

--

But. 

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