Walls Will Be Broken

9/8/12 There is a wall that no one can break through It has stood silently for a long time, begrudgingly still Many have tried to climb over the wall, but somehow they always slip Many have tried for years only to give up on it The only enmities able to climb are the tangling vines They crawl patiently and gently over the weathered wall of woe Blooming balms of serene patience, becoming one with it All humanity is blotted from the mysterious path of horrific nature The wall towers over all, looking down rather impassively Mature and grainy through rains and severe storm Never once discouraged in its intense solitude But someone began drilling into that unbreakable wall They drilled night after night, day after day Trying to figure it out, trying to understand WHY Crackles and crunches, debris falling fast The wall no longer passive, but perturbed and aghast Drilling and drilling in monomaniac delight The hands pushing into the cold and the hot Holes destroying completion, giving into depletion Cracks growing bigger, giving view to a river Flooding, gushing through, pressure giving way Drowning the driller and all the land of today Carnivorous vines curl, cutting off circulation Behold, the breakable—the revelation