The Sound

There’s no way through the sound.
There’s only the route we found
and the stories abound:
stories without grounds.

There’s no way through the wall.
The handholds are gone when you fall
and the people have gone
because your technique is wrong.

There’s no way round the bend.
The road’s closed off at the end:
cliffs above drop below
and there’s no turn in the road.

There’s no way through the sound.
There’s only the route we found
and the stories abound:
stories without grounds.

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