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Hey you, Out There on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear Against the wall Waiting for someone

to call out Would you touch me ?
Hey you, Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, Im coming home.
Despite being isolated,
despite being inside the wall,
despite not want anything or anyone,
despite no connectivity,
of folly, the self-marginalization

of hiding,
the "shelter."
Although each brick,
to put one over another, despite
high, despite immense
is your own unwavering
wall for you,
your refuge,

there are always and will always be

the usual There


ready with their hammers ready to tear down the wall.



[All alone, or in twos,
The Ones Who Really Love You
Walk up and down Outside the Wall.
Some hand in hand
and Some Gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make Their stand.
And When They've Given you Their all
Some stagger and fall,
after all it's not easy
Banging your heart Against Some mad bugger's wall.]