You follow the wall until it ends
in a white line. Behind the light one direction
within the city to stand in the periphery.
Shadows rush over the arm
like a trees branch over you.
One finger spacing between bricks
constitutes a rolling sea without ships.
There is an aim towards the center,
where the wall turns into a box.
At the bottom of the pile a drawing is
under the sounds of the city.
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