Eons of Gems

Born into light Eons ago, the foundation was fractured everything built upon it was destined to angle down I tried to build upon it anyhow go big or go home my mantra I fabricated blueprints for a mansion I was granite poor but pastel rich so, I built it with conglomerate. Midlife-earning stripes I ran short of ingredients the rain and grit slipping in...relentless the half mansion wobbles in the wind The blueprint is tattered and weeps... the hourglass stained with cheap mascara. old age I live in a tent of skins and fatigue chilled but buffered against the icy wind Constantly detoxing from negative action and thought. The bad people are receding into the black trough slowly the good ones are seeping in. Rebuilding the foundation with stout stones praying- to be topped with gems. Death...