Each day a strand
Pulled from the cord
Then it’s all unraveled.
Each hour a feather
Plucked from the chick
The down runs out
A brick at a time
The wall is built
But suddenly appears
No flag raised
Nor caveat shouted
Not even a whisper
Quiet pleasure
Until…
The trance is broken.
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