Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. 

I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into 

the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow. 

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand 

lest a least hole should be left in this name; 

and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.