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Angela Pearse: [1, 2, ]
 
Wall
 
  Wall, 
rise and fall, like tides 
like empires, generations 
will decay, the forgotten laws 
of yesterday and today 
deformation and dessication 
young and old, 
we build bridges, crossing back and forth 
over and under, sticks and stones, 
the friction of empty space 
of wanting nothing in particular 
it is 
a construction of dissatisfaction 
a malfunction in time, 
it is just sticks and stones 
and my name is forgotten in all the confusion 
of yesterday and today, 
right and wrong. 

Berlin, September 1997  

   © 1998   

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