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Here is a piece I wrote a few years ago: a structure personified. A written dichotomy of light and dark to ponder today.

Vignette

For twenty-some years I’ve

Traveled past a fertile lawn

That once shone with new beginnings.

In the form of strong beams; contours of heavy stacks

The tools and materials new, yet

Left at the mercy of time.

I’ve watched a tower grow from

These slight, brilliant beginnings, I’ve

Watched it fly to the heavens, in the form of

Gleaming gold,

Wrought with love:

Inscriptions so detailed and perfect.

I’ve taken this for granted

Nearly cowering in love

And admiration.

In the distance,

I discover a rusting hammer

Protruding from the earth.

Panic now sets in.

Steel beams,

Glowing windows,

Now replaced with a

Naked lawn

Strewn

With the blackened skeleton

Formerly known as you.