W is wall.

I had a dream:

walking and walking

across a windless barren plain

cold constellations reeling overhead,

the ground beneath, cracked clay, bone dry.

Determined to walk til I got out or died.

A black line formed on the horizon,

blacker, taller as I approached.

This must be the wall

around the world,

black rocks.

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