The wall is strong enough to hold a tide of tears...
It is the same protective bulwark that saves me from my fears...
"Why do you cry then?"
Otherwise it will make me insane!
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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