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I found myself projected against an obstacle which I could not penetrate. It was like the others, yet incalculably denser; a sticky clammy mass, if such terms can be applied to analogous qualities in a non-material sphere.

H. P. Lovecraft, Hypnos

Before the Wall

Surrounded, gnawing from each side
Creep in on me, destructive all:
Sharp-fanged shadows, spawn'd by fear,
Shapeless, slithering chaos-wall.

What sight I have, what will I've got:
Obscured, malformed, and drowned in here.
A well it is, or is it so?
At this place the wall's too near.

Near she is, when seems most far.
Entangl'd therein, I cannot see
Tentacles that keep me bound,
Made to be by none but me.

A thousand paths that nowhere lead,
A million more that lead to worst.
The one that's right leads through a wall
Of emptiness and foul un-thirst.

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