Freshet
What of this wall you've built?
It stands on solid foundation
Fathoms deep.
It rises to the sun and moon
Heavens high.
It completely surrounds your garden
Miles thick.
What of this frozen land I walk upon?
It stretches out in front of me
Horizon far.
It is brittle under my feet
Crystal delicate.
It is slippery and treacherous
Oil slick.
I will travel and I will climb
Until you feel the power of my love
Melting the river
Creating a flood
Bringing down your wall.
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