Construction 

What are these constructs which surround?
They stand and cast one meager shadow,
No refuge for the busy heart,
Or mind.
Am I due to face the consequences,
Of which my mind has overpopulated
Night does not fall within these walls.
How tall?
This cannot be a single thought.
If I am to feel a part
But in which way may this surface,
For the sword cannot win the hearts of the blind,
Simply the mind.
Why must these constructs fall,
If we are to see the world.
These walls,
Simply familiar,
A comfort against the wind.
But still they fall.
For the journey is all the sweeter,
As one.

Guise.

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