MONUMENT SIDING
I have made my monument siding
and I can't get in. Outside, I am
orphaned and alone. Unable to
shift, this burden grows within
me. All these hills, so fair and
framed, render meaningless my
alienated self : I rest to start anew.
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Here, again, looking down at the
river below, I know it is a treacherous
fall. and were I to falter, Id' be nowhere
soon. I have made my place secure,
although I can't get in.
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