Walls Be Gone

This rumble under my butt
hums, a rising, falling
cadence that seeks and destroys
the walls accumulated
throughout my head.
Each haphazardly laid stone
marries another to channel
my thoughts in a straight and narrow
path of least resistance.
Begone, walls!
Form, as you must, but
leave not a scar as
you tumble asunder
from the deep headlong rush,
through the chord of our passing.

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(both photos: colourbox.com)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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