Lawrence Hall
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Something
Slithers Across the Dripping-Damp Walls
It – that vague, nebulous,
amorphous “It” -
Often feels like a prison or a
trap
Or a trap that seems like a
prison wrapped
All around in Milton’s darkness
visible
As walls and bars of adamantine
lies
And gates all frozen to the
floor and the soul
Secured with locks of one’s own careless
decisions
Engraved by others into
immutable laws
It – that vague, nebulous,
amorphous “It” -
To Hell with It
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