Turning Point

When I find my wall,
Life always becomes verticle.
Not unhinged,
Rather a turning point.
Whenever I do so
I listen.
Being a seasoned listener
I understand.
Being a standup philosopher
I philosophize.
I have many walls
On which to land,
I am fast
To alight.
I am the fly on the wall.
I know it all.
Now I am an egg
In the covers of your book.
What now
Can we hatch
Now you have my knowledge?

©2019 Christopher Thompson
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