The Great Well

The walls are grown high.
The light of day become a moon high above.
Each stone’s spiraling descent, into a darkness
Held at bay by a small sphere of light…
At my brow, ticking time to the moment
~ That moment when stone is struck,
And the great well that is my life
Is ended.
The work has been arduous


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.::Alternate Version::..

The walls are grown high.
The light of day become a moon high above.
Each stone’s spiraling descent, into a darkness
Held at bay by a small sphere of light
Bright and dimming at my brow...
Time ticking down to the moment
~ That moment when stone is struck,
And the great well that is my life
Is ended.
The work has been arduous.


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