Far above,

the wall stopped,

light poured from black,

stars boiled over the edge.

I stood looking up and a voice noted:

you have walked a long way in silence;

freedom, it lies on the far side, someone 

to whom you can tell anything.  I said 

I know what I need, but how do I 

get there? Nothing to it, the voice, 

the voice in my head said:

you just swallow

every stone.

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