Architecture
This lack of any tangible input,
has grown outward so gradually.
Time carries smiles holding tears,
unnoticed construction during years.
Soul fell then, but landing just now,
saw the brick and still lost balance.
Walked strongly but I did not expect,
experience to label my heart derelict.
Laid there prone watching ages ago,
intangible things crafting this space.
No angle offers a trusted direction,
echoes repeat my mature dejection.
Encased by bricks placed so deftly,
mortar spun with my heart’s drops.
A dark architect drew mind’s home,
this quiet, stale, cracked, solid alone.
EaS
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