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oddly proportioned
The idly wild emotion
of a wind-worked wailing wall,
four-wards high
and five feet thick,
impenetrable they say,
impregnable by design,
as lugubrious as any ocean,
if the seas are as melancholic
as their brininess suggests.
He would scale this wall.
He would walk to freedom,
for walking had served him well.
Frail of thought
and free of features,
an oddly proportioned
practitioner
of the practical and plain,
his form belied his fate,
for he would
meet with beauty,
and to beauty
he would sing.
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