Supine

The walls here are illusory
a stonework reminder of
               (our options)
though stone can be broken
walls overcome

Often the only wall is
               (you)
                    Your will
                              your means
                                        your knowledge.

Here
         it is time that binds us
the immutable agony
running headlong towards us
to keep us from getting out.

Every year conquered
leaves the others more pronounced
those walls
              (these walls)
                           are real.

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