Progress, of a kind

Door catch closes, clasps quick
Wall encroaches fingertips
Bored boards barely breathe or bow
Ignoring feet from head to toe

Step on, silent step, sighs lent to Lent
keep shaking in check while one ponders what it meant
That time now spent

Glance t’wards firmament
Advancing hordes deliver the permanent

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