Deep End

So stoic

This facade you’ve shapely stacked, bricked

Allowing but a trickle, the few

To dip but a toe in your shallows,

But only the shallows

The remnant particles, the dust from your walls

A cursory taste,

Leaving the imprudent satiated

Yet the judicious crave your depths

Alas, your deep end is not to be conceded.