Dungeon

 He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
 
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into 
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
 

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand 
lest a least hole should be left in this name; 
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

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