Building blocks

Were you forged in sections and groups
or were you wrought thread by thread
from a thought, from a confession?

Every time the elevator doors close
I find a new floor just above the last,
wide and tiled with mountain ranges
too vast to breach before I’m pulled back
and another button appears at the top.

At this rate I’ll never meet every tile,
never decipher the wallpaper fully,
bound to the maze of glass and steel
like a ripple lost among the ocean waves
forever pressing against the horizon.



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