Elucidating Questions

Come sit with me on this wall we build

Do you fear falling?

One would wonder why we build it too high to cross over in the event of a miracle.

Trapped on the other side you can’t even gaze over the top.

The prickle of the vines and thorns that grow all over.

I don’t think there is a flower, I think the wall prevents the love the flower would need to grow.

The fast return of and the death of the moon who could see over.

Hanging in the sky and seeing both the sides.

Successfully beaten down to hide the face

I don’t think anyone could meet the meager face of the fear of every human that comes close

Coming alive was easy.

Staying that way feels like a joke.