let us <br />hide, hide, hide from our hearts! : <br />put up a wall of invisible solitude - <br />- bricks of logic and <br />mortar of those curious questions <br />swimming with concrete answers. <br />build it! high, thick, wide. <br />let nothing escape! from <br />that pulsing demon and <br />let none <br />fall under its spell! : <br />against all odds, assure your own <br />safety, for the heart surely does not nurture <br />and does not provide; <br />but sparks the change that will leave <br />your head <br />spinning <br />and your lungs expanding <br />with no words forming to <br />release the gasping cry.<br /><br />Morgan Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wall-of-the-whirled/
