Scene!

Look, a poem. Needs some work.

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There is a wall in front, between.
Perhaps nothing on its opposite.
Waiting, long and patient, makes the scene.
Boldness, the prop pickaxe, holding it
So that it will not fall until the moment come
When director overhead cuts quick to action.
And this actor leaps, heart moved to some
Deeper emotion, a place of passion.
Down tumbles the wall! He has broke it all
As he constructed it; solid but at one spot.
If you tap it, strike it well, it shall fall;
The weakness hope and faith has bought.

But what lies there he as yet cannot tell.
Elysium or a statue or a sober lonely cell.