A Sky Of Words – Ostranenie Walls

We clasped hands, heedless
Of a wall stretching limitless
But now
With butterflies of your fingers-palms-thumbs in my hands
We’ll have to squeeze through, breeze through
Or else climb up and see
Where the horizon folds

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