It hurts to go through walls, it makes you ill
but is necessary.
The world is one. But walls...
And the wall is part of yourself -
we know or we don't know but it's true for us all
except for small children. No walls for them.
The clear sky has leaned against the wall.
It's like a prayer to the emptiness.
And the emptiness turns its face to us
and whispers,
"I am not empty, I am open."
Tomas Tranströmer
10.4.08
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