BRICK WALL circa 1981
You popped around the back of the brick wall again,
The one that isn't there,
You pinched me, so I looked through a window ,
Which you couldn't see
Because its so obviaous, seeing as the wall
Is purely fictitious.
I could see what you were doing with your feet
But couldn't say so because you believe the Wall is there.
You would think I was crazy: and would be lost if I
Were to tell you that its all in your mind.
And when I look at what you think its made of
And how you make new motar with your feet while
Your hands feign demolition
I use your words and say
"How can you lie to yourself?"

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