With walls built of glass and marble
So smooth, and so hard
I crouched down under the weight of it all
I trembled at the sheer size
That it might crush me at a moments notice
But as I pressed my face to the glass
I saw the cracks in the pane
The marble was loose and unfastened
I pushed upwards and outwards
Away and against it all
It cracked and shifted and moved
I climbed up and up on top of it
A mountain of shimmering fragments
I took your trap for me, your prison
And turned it into a shrine for myself
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