I came to a
wall
I looked up
there was no doorway
I sat down
Spread out a
well-set table
I invited a
friend
We looked up
again
A wall
The wall
cast a shadow
Lunch? My
friend suggested
No lunch, I
said
I have been
taught
When sitting
in the shadow of a wall
Go around
Go through
Climb over
Make a new
door
Do not
Have lunch.
-- Tal
Botzot – Dew of Muds
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